And that sincerity is not what he expected for such a small compliment.

But-- no. It wasn't, was it? For either of them, ever. A compliment truly meant and felt.

Sam looks up when she does, none of the reasons she fears in his eyes. And he doesn't smile, even if his lips curve just slightly, something that's sympathy and empathy and more understand than either of them would like.

He nudges her shoulder gently.

And keeps it there.