"You make it sound like putting up with you is a bad thing." His hand slipped down and carefully pulled one of her own from his side. Pushing his fingers through hers, Sam pressed a firm kiss to her mouth, his heart still racing madly deep on the inside. "Getting to deal with you and everything that you are is a privilege," Sam informed her seriously, "don't you ever let yourself believe anything else."
He tightened his grip on her hand a little and smiled warmly. This was the first time in a long while that Sam had been able to be so open with someone like this. He was smiling and joking. He was able to find that love in him that had been practically invisible in his demeanor as of late. Faith was bringing a warmer side out of him. A part of Sam that he had missing for a long, long while.
Sam pulled on her hand a little, nodding toward the bed. "C'mon. Let's sit." Sit. For how long, who knew. Either way, it would feel more comfortable.