It wasn't often that he felt like a stroll, but with a lot of things on his mind he was finding sleep hard to come by this particular night. Rather than lay there in bed and stare at the ceiling though he ventures out into the night with a warm jacket.

Finding other people besides guards on the battlements was not an unusual thing, but finding Maxwell on his own was. For a time Sam just watches, unsure if he should approach, but at seeing the mug and fidgeting he eventually makes his way over. Clearing his throat only loud enough to be heard, he gives a small smile. "Star gazing tonight?"