The tension winding in Taylor's shoulders drops away instantly with that one word. Sam's here, Sam's happy with him. It takes next to nothing for him to close the gap and rest his forehead against Sam's shoulder, arms looping easily around his waist. This is good. They're doing good, they're doing fine.

He doesn't need to worry.

"I'm happy with you. I know I wind myself up sometimes but- we talk about it, right? We figure shit out."