In the house, Samantha walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. "Can I get you anything?" Martin sat down on the couch and started folding up the blankets from the night before that he didn't really use. "No. I'm okay." Samantha sat down next to him on the couch. She leaned into Marty and he put his arm around her shoulders. "Did I tell you how happy I am that you're back?"
"Only a few times," Martin grinned, "I'm happy to be back." Martin kissed the top of Sam's head. "I missed a lot, didn't I?" Samantha sat up and turned to face him. "I mean with Cecilia, and you."
"You didn't miss all of it, Martin. And it was my fault."
"It's not your fault, Sam. I should have come back, I should have visited."
"You worked a lot. It's okay. You're here now." Samantha leaned forward and kissed Martin, and Martin kissed her back. He put his arms around her and she leaned forward. Martin started to lie down, bringing Samantha down with him.
"Sam," Martin pulled away, "This probably isn't the best idea right now." Samantha drew back, feeling hurt. She stood up and walked toward the kitchen. Martin stood up and went after her. "Sam, I'm sorry. It's just that you have leave for work soon." Samantha decided to change the subject, "So, what are your plans today."
Martin knew what she was getting at, so he decided to drop it. "I don't know. I'll probably go apartment hunting. I don't want to interrupt your life anymore than I have to."
"I don't mind. You can stay with us for another day if you want. Until you find an apartment. Cecilia would like it," She smiled at him, "so would I."
Martin smiled back at her, "Thanks. Well, I guess my day just freed up a little bit."
"You could come by the office later if you want. To see everyone again."
"Okay, I'll do that."