[ Fresh hurt and guilt, but not because he said what Sam thinks he said. Because Sam's been living with this for years and at any freaking point they could have had this conversation and cleared all of this up.

Rolling his bottom lip into his mouth, he bites down on it hard and frowns in a way that leaves little to the imagination over how much that idea affects him. ]

You were strung out. And I didn't know how else to help you outside of the panic room. Where I stayed.

I didn't know you uh--

No, that wasn't me, Sam.