"You should make that a statement and not a question," Sam pointed out, shaking his head. He looked down at his bag, zipped and ready to go but he didn't make an immediate move to leave.

Instead, he raked his fingers through his hair and stalked over to the window again. He wasn't seeing the nice view when he stopped. He was more trying to stop his eyes from hurting and his chest from feeling like it was going to cave in.