Of course. He carried cuff keys around. God, he fucking hated him. Sam scrambled, eager to just get up and off the bed, he basically sprinted off it so fast, he lost his balance entirely and crashed onto the floor. God, his head hurt so bad and the motion of falling kept him hunched on the floor, unable to get himself back up.

Why was the world like this? Every time he had a win, someone had to fucking take it from him. "You can fuck off now, you've had a look."

He really didn't want Barty to see him like this. It was embarrassing.