Heather hung back near the doorway. She didn't enter the room the way Sam had, didn't make an attempt to talk to either of the other inhabitants. She didn't know how this whole thing transpired exactly, but she knew what was coming. Or at least she assumed as much. How could it be anything else? Aside from Ruby causing Sam to go on a murderous rampage or something, which she didn't think had ever happened in any screwed up timeline, she couldn't think of any other scene that would affect either of them so much. The point in time when Ruby and Sam had sex.
Her gaze followed the real Sam as he moved forward before she forced herself to look at the memory version. He looked like hell. Absolute hell, and while she knew what she was about to see would hurt, this cut into her heart just as much. She couldn't stand seeing him upset or hurt in any way, shape, or form, and this was far worse than she'd ever witnessed on her own. A large part of her wanted to reach out to him, to yell or scream or throttle him to let him know he didn't have to feel the way he did, that he didn't need Ruby like that in order to find some relief, but she was silent and still as the scene continued.