"So that was a form of venting," Sam stated, expression neutral, "you went off, got angry with me for some reason, let Ruby get under your skin, and made a big scene about it on the boards because you couldn't cut or try to kill yourself, is that right?" It was hardly something that Sam approved of, the whole cutting/suicide thing that he had tried to break her from months ago. Merely mentioning it had put him on edge, even though he was doing his absolute best to keep it all from showing. He never did quite get over the sight of seeing all of those gashes embedded into her arms. Sam figured that he never would, despite all of the horrific things that he'd seen in his lifetime.
"I think you did do a good job of making yourself look kind of silly," Sam said, clasping his hands together. "I know that you didn't mean to. Why would you, right? But, ah, Heather, you knew that you were in a household full of people who would have gladly sat down with you when you got so angry about all of this, right?"