"Takes two to tango, Lobo." He wouldn't have fallen so hard and fast without there being something worth falling for under the gruff uncertainty. Watching Locus become Sam, become comfortable with him, with living outside the armor-

How could he not?

Taylor reaches up to rest his hand against Sam's, turning his head enough to press his lips against his palm, murmuring into it like he's sharing a secret. "It's been worth everything- and is worth anything that gets thrown at us."