"Life can't stop, sweetheart," Sam says quietly. "No matter how much it hurts, you gotta keep putting one foot in front of the other and making it through the day. I wish I could guarantee I'd be here but you know I can't make that promise."

He wishes he could, though, and instead settles for sitting close and sliding his arm back around her shoulders. "We just have to make do with what we've got, huh?"