[ he can only assume what’s going through her head, at this point. can only assume what it is she’s carrying with her that doesn’t come to light. either way, sam knows he can be here for her, for this. it gives him a sudden feeling of hope that there is something he can help with. even if he’s not getting anyone home, he can at least do this.

so when she nods and wipes away at her eyes, sam smiles. it’s soft, and warm, and welcoming - everything he remembers from his mother, his parents. he doesn’t pull away, squeezes her shoulders instead. ] Absolutely. Hell, you can stay here as long as you want. Who needs a little while? [ one of his hands let’s go of her shoulder and comes up to cup the side of her face, just for a moment, before he leans forward and sets a gentle kiss to the top of her hair as he lifts to stand - a quick, gentle thing. reassuring. comforting, at least he hopes. ]

We’ve got comfy clothes and a couch with a tv full of bad movies and whatever the hell we want to pretend up in this kitchen. Who knows what we might get up to.