Sam shrugged too, wrapping his arm around her again and looking out over the street. Paris was beautiful at night, and here they were. I couldn't pretend to have gone through as much as she had, but sitting next to Quorra in the City of Light made any fears he had fade. His father was even here.
"I'll worry about that later." He turned his face back towards her, eyes bright. "I mean it. I'm sorry I took so long." It wasn't intentional, but he still felt guilty.