"Hey." Sam was a bit earlier than expected but he wasn't surprised that Barty was already there. He sat down and ruffled his hand through his hair, looking pretty off. He was paler than usual, he looked tired and he clearly wasn't at his peak. He covered his eyes and groaned. "It's like the worst fucking hangover of my life."

And he didn't even get the fun part of it that made it worth it, made it his own decision. Instead, it was out of his hands and every time he thought of it, he felt sick to his stomach. "I feel like shit."