"It's actually entirely about what you want, silly." Sam would stay home and hide under his bed if it weren't for her. She had to realize that keeping her happy was one of the only things that motivated him to overcome his trauma of being held hostage under the ocean for so long.

He accepted the slim paper bag with her magazines and tucked them away, shrunken down, into his pocket. Offering a hand, Sam tucked Becky back against his side. "You could just stay, you know? Like... keep staying. Don't have to report back to a roommate if your roommate is me."