He looked back to the door again, almost as though he were considering making a run for it. Hand rising to brush through his hair again, Sam hesitated. "Well - I really can't stay for long. I've gotta meet back up with Faith for some hunting...patrol...stuff soon. I'm helping her out." He called it hunting, they called it patrolling. It'd never stop being weird.
"I've been fine," he decided shortly, deciding to stop skipping around and just jump straight into it. Better that way and all. "Taking care of business as usual. How...about you?"