He's still watching her, now frowning slightly. Not in the same frustration from earlier, but worry. She's been through a lot today, a lot more - maybe - than anyone else at that park. She trusted him and she asked him to stay and she thanked him for offering what awkward comfort he was able to.

Maybe it's not right to leave her in the dark, to keep from explaining things. But she likes him and she's the closest thing he's had to a real friend in...

She's the closest thing he's had to a real friend.


"I'm okay," Sam says quietly and, hesitant, puts a hand light on her shoulder. "...are you?"