No greeting. He guessed he deserved it. Self disgust reeled through him the second she turned away. Great. Just what he needed. Another night of feeling like that. He closed his eyes slowly and sighed before following her in. Stepping over the rug that he knew had a devils trap tucked underneath, Sam crossed the room and hesitantly settled down onto the empty space beside her. Hands clasping in his lap, he leaned forward and silently sat in place, waiting for her to speak again.
He considered attempting more light conversation, if only to be polite, but as his greeting hadn't gone so well Sam figured it would be best if they just skipped straight to business. That way he could do whatever she needed for him to do for her and then they could part ways.