There was little Sam could do over the few days of Stevie's exams, other than just trying to avoid any stimulus that might agitate any of his emotions. Fear, anger, anything that he worried his beast might latch on to was something he tried to avoid. Still, it had been days, so he knew well that his beast could come out at any moment. He tried to help Stevie study as much as he could, but since he had not been taking her classes, he was of limited use. Otherwise, he just maintained their apartment so she could concentrate on studying. He cleaned the house completely about three times just to get out all the scents they kept picking up on. 

When Stevie arrived home, Sam wasn't sure how to feel. It was a relief that they had managed to make it until after her exams, but now, they needed to focus on controlling their lycanthropy, something Sam had been dreading. As far as he was concerned, he would be happy if he never took on that form again, but it was, unfortunately, unavoidable. They needed to confront it at some point. Sam sat down beside Stevie and put his arm around her. He knew the past few days had been difficult for her, and he wanted to comfort her, but he wasn't sure how much help he could be when he needed comfort himself. Not a moment went by that he wasn't afraid of becoming the same monster he had been a few nights prior. 

"So, that was your last final, right? How do you think you did?" He asked.