"Fuck." He didn't really want to cry in Barty's arms but apparently that was what he was doing. Shit, he was soaking Barty's clothes too. He was really holding his shit together today, huh? This was humiliating and he had no idea what the hell his next step was. Tell Gene he was sick and hope he actually left him alone? How did he even begin to explain this to Gene?

"I still hate that you were right." Sam muttered as he pulled back from Barty and ran his hand over his face. "Pisses me off to no end."