He looked to her, noticing the uncomfortable way she was carrying herself. The smile was there, but it wasn't her smile. Not the one that he had grown to know and love. Sam eyed her warily before slowly turning to quietly shut the door behind him. He didn't know if this was a conversation she wanted for anyone else to hear or not, but it would be better to shut the door either way. No one would interrupt. Hopefully.
Turning back to face her, he paused in place for a moment. She seriously didn't look well at all. "Hey." Rubbing at the back of his neck, Sam glanced over his shoulder, in a way that almost suggested that he was looking for someone else to walk in behind him. No one was there. Just him and Heather.
"What's going on?" He turned back to look at her, shifting to slide onto the bed.