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It doesn't have to be a fight anymore, though old habits do die hard. Gene's still Gene, approaching policing in such a different way than Sam does that it seems alien, how they still don't always (probably never will) see things eye to eye. The seventies are quaintly barbaric, and Sam knows he won't always feel so terribly out of place.
The first thing he does is look into getting a new flat. After that, since kissing Annie went so well, Sam kisses Gene as well.
This is his home now, and he's going to make the best of it.