seeing you there, standing at his door with your arms folded across your chest, eyes teary, and face this painful mix of heartbreak, embarrassment, and guilt, sam immediately knows that it’s about him. about your poor excuse of a boyfriend. ex-boyfriend now, he can safely assume.

sam knows he can treat you better. honestly, he already does. but he tries not to focus on that. it wouldn’t be good to you to take advantage of this, to tell you that he loves you right after you were dumped by that dickbag.

instead, sam’s more focused on comforting you. you’re so upset that it physically pains him. though his anger is barely contained when he sees your tears. he never liked your boyfriend, never saw him much, and always felt like he was never good enough for you. not just because he wanted you, but because you deserve only the best. and while sam doesn't quite think that highly of himself, he knows he'd never hurt you the way that man would. to sam, he never seemed too kind to you.

but sam forces that anger down because anger isn't what you need in this moment. you need the sweet, comforting side of your best friend, and sam will happily give it to you.

so he gives you a soft, sorry expression and pulls you into his arms, not bothered by the fact that the open door lets cold whooshes of wind into the heated room. one hand rubs up and down your back while he other cups the back of your head, keeping you close and sheltered.

"i got you," he whispers.