"Heather, it was a mistake," Sam insisted, "you didn't mean for anyone to get upset; you didn't mean to do any of that, I know it." He had tried to be the reasonable middle party through all of this. It seemed safer. Wiser. If only because, at the very same time that this all had happened, he and Ruby had reached a truce. He had promised her that things were going to be different with them and she, despite everything, agreed that another shot at whatever it was they had between them would be all right by her. Sam didn't want to screw with that, even if Heather was the number one in his life. He had defended Heather, sure enough, but he had not jumped the gun on Ruby, which was exactly what he would have done if the circumstances were just at tiny bit different. Putting Heather down, making her upset? It was something that Sam wasn't a big fan of. Not one tiny bit.
"You're not a bad person," Sam repeated, "and no one thinks that." Except for maybe Ruby. But she was stubborn and bitchy anyway. "You're just taking things too personally."