To say that Sam was "bummed out" would have been a little beyond an understatement. Disappointed would have fit as well. More at himself. He couldn't keep from mentally kicking himself when he realized, accepted, that Jo really was gone for good. Not turned into another alternate self, probably not in some stasis as some people who seemed to be gone but ended up coming back. Gone. And he was an idiot.
He'd spent so much damn time pussyfooting around, first because of the fact that he'd been afraid that she'd turn back into a kid again, then because ... he was an idiot. He hadn't gotten around to telling her that he'd enjoyed spending time with her, let alone that he liked her. Which was so elementary school but Sam really didn't do commitment. It was you were in, you were out, you were gone or you were doing business. And he wouldn't go as far to say Jo had equaled commitment but things hadn't seemed so bad around her. She made him laugh, she was in a pain in general, she was intelligent, she'd been interested in what he did, and damn she had a beautiful smile.
He should have said something but now she was long gone. And he, George Samuel Kirk Jr., was an imbecile. A moron. An idiot. He just hoped that wherever she was now, it was where she was meant to be and that she wa safe.
With a sigh, Sam passed his hands over his face. Before looking down at his watch. He didn't have to go in today. To work, but he probably would, it would be better then time spent at a bar. You would think he'd learn his lesson after the first couple of times he'd done it, but Sam took a step forward before he fully looked up from his watch, and bumped into someone. Immediately his hand went out both to steady the person and himself. "I'm sorry ... miss." He tacked on immediately when he saw that it was a younger female.