[ At least if nothing else, Sam can be sure that Shiro's gonna come out of this feeling a hell of a lot more rested than he had before. Sam knows this kind of exhaustion, now that he's feeling it. It's the kind he had in the months after Riley's death, when sleep was a distant memory and every time he closed his eyes he was back in the desert with smoke and blood and char; the kind he had during his time in the Raft and the nights after.

Damn but Shiro needs help, probably more than what Sam can give, but he sure as hell is going to try anyway. It's never been in him to turn his back on someone like this.

His heart beats steady, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, and he shifts just a little so his shoulder is right next to Shiro's bowed head, all but touching. An invitation, as he keeps his arms around him. ]

I got you, all right? It's okay, long as you need, keep going as long as you need and I'll be right here. Just let it go, you don't gotta be alone.