Sam knew he probably shouldn't have said what he said. He was unprofessional and idiotic. He looked at Barty for a long time before breathing in deeply. "Sorry." Fuck. "I-- I'm not helping, this isn't..."

He held up his hands, shaking his head before he headed to the door, hastily exiting and slapping the door shut behind him.

With his head in his hands, he cried out in frustration. What the fuck was he supposed to do here?