"I just... I just wanted to see you." Barty was not used to sounding uncertain. But then, he also wasn't used to rejection or to caring. He noted the bags under Sam's eyes. Wrinkled shirt. He definitely hadn't been sleeping much or well. He assumed it might be because of him and there was sadness and satisfaction at once.

He got up and took one step closer, but then he stayed there. "How's it going? You look good."

There, small talk. No orders, no instructions. He could communicate like a normal person.