She wasn't the only sore one between the two. Sam was still recovering from his little vacation in hell, after all. But he'd healed up enough to function on his own without having to rest every five seconds, so Sam wasn't so concerned about his physical health. Not now. In fact, between the two of them, the only person that he was concerned about physically was Heather. He kissed her gently, fingers tracing the side of her face as she slowly rose out of her chair. He knew that he had dozens of valid reasons for putting all of this off. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to get hurt. And then there were so many more. But now it didn't seem to matter. They'd gone through so much over the past few weeks. Sam just didn't see the point in it anymore.
He slowly wrenched his mouth away from hers, his large hands still clinging onto the sides of her face as he looked at her carefully. And then he said it. Because saying it over the computer really wasn't much in comparison.