Sam sighed, not annoyed, just lost, "I don't know how to make it right. if i could take it back i would but i can't." in a way he was still afraid to touch her too much, but he couldn't just let her sit in the floor where she fell either. " we need to get you off the floor..." if she allowed it he would pick her up in his arms, carrying her back to the settee and placing her there gently, otherwise he would help her back to it.

"if i go back, i'll be killed...an thats likely what i deserve after all i did. the thought of leavin you behind alone though..." he cupped his hand over his face for a few moments. he wasn't afraid to die, that was his every day risk for the last five years. was this really his only options, leave and die to make things right, or stick around and likely loose all trust she had for him. That feeling of being completely lost was back, stuck in the proverbial rock and a hard place scenario.