[Sometimes, in her frustration with him, she forgets how sweet Sam can be. But then she sees it. That innate goodness to him. The kindness. The loyalty she witnessed the day they met.]
We.
[Because she hates the self-effacing crap he dumps on himself.]
We are something good.
[Lightly, she puts her hands on his shoulders, slipping off of the sink. She feels a little wobbly, but leans against him for support.]
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We.
[Because she hates the self-effacing crap he dumps on himself.]
We are something good.
[Lightly, she puts her hands on his shoulders, slipping off of the sink. She feels a little wobbly, but leans against him for support.]