Sammy and Darcy (& Steph)
Sam lifted Steph up and held her over his head for a moment, putting her nearly seven feet in the air. He resisted the temptation to throw her higher, though. He wasn't sure Darcy would appreciate that.
"Not much," he told her. He decided not to tell her about how he'd had his ass handed to him a few weeks earlier, during the plague of nightmares. Steph didn't need to be exposed to that sort of conversation. "At least I'm me, now. A week ago, I was an emo teenager," he said with a roll of his eyes.
"Other than that, and general dome induced shenanigans, I'm good. Status quo, mostly. How about you? I bet this little one keeps you on your toes."