She didn't have to go very far to find him. The second she cleared the stairs, Sam popped up from around the corner, a cheerful grin carrying him toward her. That slightly brooding air that he usually had weighed on his shoulders had somehow managed to completely vanish ever since he had recovered earlier that day. He seemed to be more chipper and enthused about nearly everything. Sam couldn't quite remember ever quite feeling the way that he did now before, nor did he care. He was feeling it now. That was all that mattered.
Throwing his arms around her waist, Sam pulled Heather to him and eagerly pressed a kiss to her mouth. "I'd never let you melt," he told her, the corners of his mouth turning upward as he stepped back to eye her outfit. Yep, she'd certainly be warm enough. Sam wasn't wearing too much himself. Just a hoodie and some jeans. He had a spare jacket in the truck though, so he figured he'd do all right. "So you're all set then?"