"You're not a monster," Sam said cautiously, eyes finally flashing back to look at him. There was an air of determination swept about him. He looked the same as he did back when they were arguing over school the first time around, with him declaring that he was going out to college and that no one was ever going to stop him. It flashed through him so quickly that Sam couldn't have done anything to stop it no matter how hard he tried. Closing his eyes, Sam inhaled sharply. It killed him, knowing that his Dad felt that way about himself. Not him. Not the man who was supposed to be tougher than nails. Never backed down. Always had a plan. Not him. "You're not a monster," Sam repeated, opening his eyes again to look at him straight on. "Not to me. Not ever. I don't care what you say."
Sam pushed out of his side of the booth and raked a hand through his hair. He'd probably argue it. Same way he'd argue against anyone who tried to talk to him about the way he felt about himself. It was just how they were. But he had to tell him. Had to get it out there.
"I'm gonna go to the truck," Sam said cautiously, "I'll meet you out there."