Work Header   Work Text:   (Emily's POV)  Sam slammed the door
on his way into the house and headed straight for the sofa. He'd
been moody lately---well, more so than usual, and I knew it had
something to do with the pack. But it wasn't like him to just
walk right past me like that. I knew I shouldn't take it
personally, but I was a little hurt.  "Bad morning?" I asked.
"Yeah," he mumbled, dropping his head into his hands and
slumping down. Suddenly he sat up straight and looked at me, as
if he'd only just realized I was there. In the next second he
was leaning over me, kissing me tenderly like he always did when
he came home, and I immediately forgot the hurt feelings I'd
had.  "I'm sorry, I'm just a little distracted" he said,
stroking my face, running his fingers lightly over the scars
that caused him so much pain. I'd forgiven him long ago, but I
could see it in his eyes every time he looked at me. He would
never forgive himself.  "Want to talk about it?" I asked.  "No,"
he replied. "What's for lunch?"