"More or less," Sam nodded. "But everytime I've gone back home, I've come back here half dead." There was the time he'd been trying to cure Crowley. And the time he'd been shot and kidnapped. Going home wasn't a picnic, but coming back to Madison hadn't been easy on his either.
He supposed that was just the way of his life.
"You don't have to buy me a drink. I mean, I won't say no, but it's not necessary." He flashed a smile. "And of course I trust you. I mean, we had a kid together after all."