"Yeah." He looked down at his hands and nodded. "I know. I'm...I'm not used to it, I guess. We've had our fair share of secrets before, but it was never about anything as serious as..." He trailed off. Aside from the thing about him anyway. But Sam wasn't even worried about that anymore. "I just wish I could do more for them. I hate feeling useless and I hate knowing that I have to sit around and wait while they're suffering. And I know that I have to give them time, but I don't want to, even if it is the right thing, and..."
He turned in place and shifted so that he was returning her embrace, perhaps a little more tightly than was necessary. He was almost reminded of the very same one he found himself receiving not too long ago. Face brushing against her hair, he gripped her tightly and said, "I'm glad I have you. Least I have someone to talk to about it now."