"It's fine. I'm not that hungry." And he had Sam's hand on his shoulder right now and he barely even dared to breathe because that might end it. Walking away from it just to get some likely unsatisfying pastry? Unthinkable. "I don't melt down. It's just you-- I don't think there's anyone as good as you. Not anywhere."

So he didn't like hearing Sam argue the point and that had not helped his patience in that moment. "Your work. Your people. Wha--" Damn. Couldn't ask a question, might force him to answer. "I reckon they aren't after killing me. That'd be easy. People are never after killing me or I'd be dead."