Oliver looked at Sam with concern. He didn't look or sound okay to Oliver, but maybe he was wrong. But then Sam moved away and threw up. He cringed at the sight and sound, feeling bad. He really wasn't bothered other than he was sure that it wasn't fun for Sam. "Sorry, man. It'll get better, I promise," he said, walking over. He placed his hand on Sam's back, rubbing circles gently. "Do you need to sit down? Water?"