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Sitting at the table you tapped your fingers nervously against the wooden surface. He was late. And he was never late. Was everything alright? Did something happen to him? Maybe he got hurt and had no way to contact you? So many thoughts racing through your head and you had no way to stop them. You couldn't help but worry.

On one hand you knew that he was strong and resilient, that if anyone had what it takes to do all this, it would be him; on the other you couldn't ignore the little seeds of anxiety rooting themselves in your brain, always reminding you that this time something could go wrong. You didn't like the feeling, but you couldn't help it. The more you cared, the more you worried.

You stood up and went to the kitchen to busy yourself with something. Your shelter was nothing special, but at least you had some space to cook and something you could call a living room. Although calling four square meters a room was a bit of an overstatement, you still liked to think about it that way. Especially since you went out of your way to make it cozy and comfortable.

You turned on the stove and placed a kettle on one of the burners. It was always a good time for tea. As soon as the water was ready you poured it over dried mint leaves and a few spices of your own choosing. Before you managed to take the first sip however, you heard the familiar alarm sound telling you that somebody has arrived at the surface. You smiled to yourself and placed the mug on the counter before making it upstairs.

Sam was right there, standing by the terminal to deliver your package. He was surprised to see the door open, but you were glad to notice a small smile on his face.

"Good evening, Sam," you said, returning the gesture. "Is everything okay? You're not usually late. I was worried."

"Uh, yeah," he answered, handing you the package. "it's fine. I just had to take a detour because of a new MULE camp. Pain in the ass, is what it is."

"Well, I'm glad to see that you're okay. Thank you for the delivery," you reached out to take the package from him. "I really needed this for my research. I'm glad you were able to make it, especially since the weather has been awful those past few days."

He nodded, taking off his hood and wiping black stains from his face. It was only then that you noticed he must have encountered BTs on his way here. As if the snow and wind wasn't enough. You suddenly felt guilty. You knew that this was his job, that he actually liked what he was doing; still, you didn't want him to suffer because of it.

"So...", you said, turning your head away so that you didn't have to look Sam in the eyes. "Any more deliveries today? Or are you done?"

"Oh, I'm so done. I'm actually not taking any for the next few days. I feel like I could sleep for an entire week."

You could see that he was tired even in the way his arms tensed when he took off his backpack to repack it. Noticing he wasn't really looking at you, you approached him and cleared your throat.

"Well, if that's the case," you said, suddenly feeling nervous. Why were you nervous? You have been thinking about this for a few days and had everything planned inside and out. "Maybe you'd like to stay for dinner?"

He suddenly stopped whatever he was doing with his backpack and looked up at you, obviously puzzled. He shot a quick glance outside into the raging snowstorm, and then back at you. You could see that he really wasn't into going back outside immediately. Then again, you also knew that he never wanted to be a burden or impose his presence unless he had absolutely no other choice.

"You mean right now?" he asked, standing up slowly and adjusting the containers he just packed.

"Well, yes. I just made dinner and you look like you could use a hot meal. And a shower, if you please."