"I was spending a lot of time with her, anyway, so it just made sense." Sam shrugged. All his life, all he'd wanted was a normal existence. Part of him equated having a relationship, living together, being domestic, with that personal dream he had.
"And she does. She makes me ridiculously happy. I mean, life with her is good. I'm definitely not complaining." Sam tried, and failed, to quit grinning like a fool. "What about you? How are things with you?"