[ He nods at that, relaxing visibly. It's one thing to be given chances you don't think you need and a whole other to come crawling back begging for just one more. He's never been one to grovel, but between the chip and the band and the fishbowl he can't really afford to be picky. ]
Alright... good. [ A pause to clear his throat. This next bit might be tricky, especially since he doesn't want Sam to think this is the only reason why he'd try to set things straight between them. ] I need your help.