Sam's Laughter

Mark's voice was soothing while he went over maintenance reports. Sam couldn't wait to see the rice smile held in that tone in person. His throat hurt when he laughed and hurt again when he poured himself some water. It hadn't felt like that long, but apparently it had been. He checked the time: A hundred hours? 120? Your accommodations are ready by the way. Nice, roomy, planet-side views. Oh, and there are some things waiting for you here.