Sam hadn't seen Chris since Colt had come back to town. It wasn't so much intentional as it was just not making the effort. He took for granted that Chris would always be there, and that there was no rush to check in with him or stop by and see him.
But it felt like time. So there he was, heading into the gun shop where Chris worked, because that was the best place to find the man. "Hey. You busy?" Because if he was, well. Sam would leave him be.
He wasn't looking for a fight, so he wasn't going to be a nuisance. Or at least not too much of one.