It's been awhile since he hasn't had Sam around- and even then it wasn't for long. Just long enough to miss him fiercely, just long enough to devolve into solitary habits of lounging on a sofa and flicking through some kind of holographic puzzle meant to stand in for encrypted locks. When word comes that Sam's made it back his feet carry him to the locker room and, inevitably, to the bench where he sits.

No questions, no concerns, just the drape of Taylor against Sam's back as he sets the puzzle away. "Missed you."

Somewhere in the back of his mind Delta is deeply and viscerally pleased- though he doesn't say why.