Sam finished the coffee and poured himself a cup, reading over the letter he smiled and mumbled to himself. "gettin there." it was true. Sam didn't go out on his own some mornings because he wanted to get away from her, he had orders to place. one of which had been to a local jeweler last week on the same day he ordered the lock box for his rifle. In fact there was currently a bulge in his coat pocket, but that could be brought up later. Sam moved quietly into the living room to look in on Cerise. He felt bad he couldn't really do much for how she was feeling. All he could really do was try to support her. He had smelled the bread when he came in, and would make sure to keep an eye on it in case she didn't wake. Sam placed his coffee on a small table, then retrieved a blanket for her. This he placed gently over her and risked a quick, very soft kiss on the cheek.