Drabble Words : Sweater
Set : Late season three; tag ending to Scared and Box.
Word Count : 200
Disclaimer : I own the words, but not the world.
Hours later, when the dead of night had settled over the city and the moon had crept to its peak in the sky, Andy allowed Sam to bustle her into his apartment.
Her body responded instinctively to whatever direction it was nudged, simply moving forward on autopilot. As exhausted as she was, Andy's heart still pounded and her frame shook with cold. She knew without a doubt that if she did manage to find sleep that night, it would be haunted by fear.
Somehow, she found herself bundled in one of his sweater's and a pair of sweat pants, both of which smelled entirely of Sam, and perched at one end of his couch.
He sat at the opposite end, the space between them filled with his words, his choice to break away and the memory of her devastated eyes as he climbed into his truck without a backwards look.
It was a foot of space and a wall of ice.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
She didn't have to ask what he was speaking of.
But Andy held her tongue.
Finally, she slid off the armrest and crawled to him, resting her head against his chest and breathed him in.