"I'm fine, Ruby," Sam said in an exhausted tone, instantly brushing her comment away, "this isn't a big deal. It's just a little fight, we'll get through it." They always did, right? He'd go back and talk to her tomorrow. Sam would say sorry, Heather would talk about how she felt, and it would be done. Problem solved. Easy, right?
Hand rising to adjust the strap of his bag, Sam sighed. "She cares about me, Ruby. Heather's there for me when I need her, okay? She's always been, so just..." He kicked at the ground. "Let it go."