Which is good. It's a relief that the worst she looks is as worn as he does. He gave up on going home too, most nights. Being on call made it easier to stay within a short jog of the ICU, and less frustrating than getting home only to find he was needed back. The shade under his own eyes is fading, too.

He nods as she lets him in, similarly not taking more than he's given, which for now is the chance to stand a little closer, within arms reach.

His hands, of course, are full of sandwiches.

"Which did you want?"