Heather wouldn't have protested the hug even if he'd allowed her to. She immediately squirmed a little in order to wrap her own arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to his body. If that shower had been warm, it was nothing compared to the way it felt to have him holding her like that.
"Sam," she whispered into his ear. "It's okay. I'm okay. I have to... I need to tell you what that was all about." Her words were soft, but void of any of the panic or desperation that one might have expected to be there after the scene she'd caused on the boards.