"Maybe I should," he says, but it's easy to tell that he's joking. If nothing else, because of the small smile on his face. He squeezes her hand firmly, somehow the weight of exhaustion both heavier and lighter the closer they are to his quarters.

He opens the door and leads her inside, finally closing his eyes and sighing in relief once it slides shut and they're alone.

"Lights, 60%." He looks to Sara once the lights come on to a comfortable level. "You can go for a shower, if you want. We'll have dinner after."