Sam thought about giving Butters a hand since he'd been the reason Butters had been trying to be quiet but his roommate seemed to have things in hand so he just scooted to the edge of his bed and put his feet on the floor.

"I bet I've smelled worse." He could vividly remember the smell of blood and death in Douglas's room of torture. Sam shook that off. "You just coming back from class? Looks like you've got a lot of stuff there, man."