Pushing a hand through his hair, Sam moved his way down the hall, his legs easily tracing their way to Faith's room by memory. It was a good thing that he had been there so many times before, otherwise getting to the proper location would have been a real problem. Sam, after all, was not entirely there at the moment. Physically, yes, he was indeed the tall man wandering past the rows of rooms. That was very much him. Inwardly, however, Sam was someplace else, mulling over the entire situation that he was, quite literally, walking straight into.
Were they really doing this? Was he really doing this? He wanted to and Faith, the one who had initiated the subject of conversation in the first place, obviously wanted the same thing. He was nervous. Not to mention the streak of paranoia that had eagerly followed him into the building. If this was a joke, it was going to be a very good one. After all, the subject of said joke was walking right into the jump of it all. The punch line would follow. Everyone would laugh. He would bow out in shame.
He shook his head, pressing on a rush of nervous amusement. Faith wouldn't do that to him. No way in hell.
Pausing at her door, Sam again turned back to cast a nervous look over his shoulder. It was as though he really were afraid that the suggested paranoia had followed him in. He'd turn around and it would slap him in the face, maybe. Except nothing was there. It was just him. The door. And on the other side...
Sam cautiously stepped forward, a fist rising to knock at the barrier.
This wasn't a joke. It was real. It had to be, right? Otherwise his heart wouldn't have been pounding so wildly in his chest. Sam didn't get this way for no reason. Not for nothing. Or just anyone.