"That's great news, congratulations Frost." Sam spoke through clenched teeth and the hand that rested on Frost's shoulder clamped down hard. A stark opposition to Sam's friendly looking albeit stiff smile. His upper lip occasionally twitched as he struggled to compliment Frost, his true feelings dying to be let out.
Frost looked nonchalant while enduring the pressure on his shoulder that continued to increase. He even appeared unaffected by Sam's sudden burst of violence against the wooden bench.
"You alright Sam?"
"Never better why?" His hand silently clamped down even harder on Frost's shoulder in response.
"Because it seems as though you wish to crush my shoulder." Frost tilted his head the side as he showed a knowing smile, not letting the pain get to him. He understood Sam's feelings and allowed him to vent a little.
