Sam wakes up in to the delightful smell of bacon. She crawls out of bed, and is slightly disappointed to see the bunk bed above her has already been vacated. She was sort of hoping it was Jack who was thoughtful enough to make her food.
She heads into the kitchen to see if she can help.
"Morning," Daniel says with the cheer only a morning person can use toward a person who is not a morning person. That sickening kind of cheer. "Hey, you've got something right there," he says lifting up his hand to wipe at something on her face. The little bit of make-up that was still covering it comes off on his finger, and he knows what he is looking at is a slightly fading black eye.
Daniel just stares at her clearly expecting her to bare her whole soul to him without delay.
"It's complicated," she offers.
"It's not complicated Sam. Someone hurt you."
"I hit back. I'm not saying there was anything good in this relationship. It just wasn't all his fault."
"Are you staying with Jack so that you get to feel safe?" Daniel asks having known the story about there being something wrong with her house was a lie ever since he first heard it.
"No, I moved here when I ended things with him. I didn't want to do the crazy anymore. He doesn't even know where I moved to."
"That's probably for the best."
"General Hammond basically thinks of me as a poor battered women, and I can't cope with more people looking at me and seeing that. Like I said it was a whole lot more complicated than that."
"You're secret is safe with me," he says doing a rather elaborate pinky swearing ritual like he is young enough to actually belong in the bed he spent the last night in.
Then Sam slips off to fix her make-up before Jack wakes up.