"Yes, stay here," she echoed, gesturing towards the building behind them. "Stay here with me in the creepy, scary old apartment building where people go in but never come out." She gave him a small smirk. "I promise it's a lot better than passing out on the way home and getting into an accident."
To be honest, this time when Heather was suggesting something like this, it wasn't just because she didn't want to be away from him. That was a perk, but she really just wanted to make sure he was alright. If he left, she would just be up all night worrying if he'd made it home safely, and that wouldn't be a healthy situation. So even if he'd refused, this was just something she would have to be insistant on. But luckily, he was conceding, and Heather let go of a sigh of relief she hadn't even known she had in her.
"Of course it's alright, Sam," she told him seriously. She didn't want him thinking she had some ulterior motive, that she wanted to get him inside her apartment and throw herself at him the way she had before. Just thinking about it made her feel both tingly and embarrassed -- but mostly embarrassed.
"Now get your stuff and bring it up. I'll get the couch ready for you." And with that, she turned and entered the building.