"Wish you were right.." Sam mutters back, low, staring almost through the cheap plastic table to somewhere else. "Things aren't true just because we want them to be though."

He wished like nothing else that they could be though. That it could be made so it never happened, any of it. Didn't care how much responsibility came with it, what the ability to make the decisions would make him; them.


He lapses into silence, doesn't turn to look at him bacause he can't. Honestly can not remember the last time he looked him in the eye, and somewhere near terrified of what will happen if he does.