It wasn't hard to see that the whole thing bothered Sam more than he would probably ever come right out and admit on his own. But Heather knew. Not just because of the way he was acting as he told her about it, but because she knew him. And really, she couldn't blame him.
Sympathy was written all over her face, even if she was trying to remain neutral and simply understanding. She couldn't help it, though. Anytime she saw him like this, worried over something or troubled in some way, her heart went out to him.
"No one knows what they would do in that kind of situation until they're actually in it," she told him quietly. "But Sam...I don't think stepping down so you can stop being tortured is something anyone would judge you for. It's...I mean, there's a lot of people who wouldn't even let it go on for five minutes, you know? I wouldn't blame them for that, either."
Heather didn't exactly like talking about this. She wanted to tell him it wasn't something he needed to worry about, that he would never be going to hell anyway, and to just drop the subject completely. But it was something he probably needed to get out, so she would let him.