"What?" Billy asked in shock, his hands clenching tightly on the arms of his wheelchair.
"I said that I don't think he's coming back, Billy," Sam repeated patiently, his dark eyes sympathetic.
"But I thought that you were going to talk to him? What happened?"
"I tried, but then Paul showed up and tried to attack Edward. Jacob threw himself in between them."
"He's fine," he continued in response to the look of worry on Billy's face.
"It was just a scratch, at least by shifter-measure, and Edward actually did a really good job of taking care of him despite the blood. I think this might be real."
Sam sighed at the look of defiance in his eyes, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Look, I know that all that both of us want is for Jacob to be happy, and, as difficult as it is for me to say this, I think that Edward makes him happy. I think that inviting them to dinner here would be a good idea, and just watch them together. You don't have to be obvious about it, but I think that you see it to."