Sam felt comforted in knowing that Tatum had his back, he knew she always did but there was something different about it now. Pack mentality, he supposed. If we go down, we go down together. He felt responsible for her but to the same degree he felt like he had someone to watch out for him all the time now. It was easier being a wolf when you didn't have to do it alone. "She deserves a good punch, I can let her take it," he said, almost smiling. "But thanks Tate, it means a lot to hear you say that."
He listened carefully as she spoke, feeling his chest tighten. "You aint weak for livin', yer brave for trying. Don't you be thinkin' yer a coward for not... followin' her. It's a damn selfish thing to do."
Sam was sure she wouldn't actually listen to him, not now anyways that she was practically falling asleep but he needed to say it. "She left everyone behind and you aint to blame for that. It was a selfish thing to do and it weren't you're fault, hear me? A pact shouldn't be about leavin' the world, it should be about facin' it."
"It's okay to miss her, I miss the crazy bitch too but I aint about to fling myself off a building," he didn't mean it to come out the way he did, his arms tightened around her instinctively. "I don't know what the hell I'd do without ya," he whispered.