Sam eyed up the blister pack as he forced his leg to stop moving, almost glaring at the meds before he pocketed them and tried to keep himself still. It was really annoying. "If I'm not there, nothing gets done." What he was doing was for the greater good, it wasn't just because he thought it would be fun. He especially didn't think it right now.

At the mention of the footage, he tensed up and his cheek twitched slightly. "Right. Thanks." He didn't want to even think about it existing, he didn't want to think about getting tested or that a fucking bastard like that was inside of him or any of this. He grit his teeth. "I appreciate it."