Sam glanced back in the direction of the room he had crossed out of to get to the mirror. It looked like a long and tiring journey, which was a bit sad because it wasn't very far at all, but Sam knew he'd be able to manage. It wasn't like he'd lost both his legs or anything. Besides, the less he asked of Faith right now, the better. He didn't want to burden her more than he already had.
"I should be all right," Sam said, nodding. "Got the mirror to use and..." And that was better than having to walk or drive by far.
Sam stepped in front of her, then hesitated. It looked like, for a small moment, he wanted to reach out and hug her. Maybe even give her a farewell kiss. After a moment of debate, Sam decided it'd be wise to do neither. He shoved his hands into his pockets and awkwardly looked down at his feet. God, this sucked.
"I'll be at the house if you need me." Because where else was he going to go? Tiredly, Sam focused on Faith. He would make it better. For her. For him. For everyone.
"Goodnight, Faith." Another moment passed where all he found himself able to do was look at her. Then he turned and started for the mirror.