Stiffening at the slightest at the sound of someone approaching, Sam pulled his hand from his face and peered off at the door as Heather stepped inside. He was quick to pull himself together, shoulders straightening out and his eyes shifting into a more concerned air. He watched her cautiously for a second, briefly noting that she certainly did look worse for wear. It didn't matter to him. Sam thought she was still beautiful all the same.
Standing, he moved across the room and stepped to her. There was a lot that they needed to discuss, but Sam thought that it was wise to, at the very least, let Heather know that he was here for her. His arms moved around her, pulling her to his chest for a firm hug before she had a chance to protest it. She needed it, he assumed, and he was always glad to be close with her if it made her feel better.