The area seemed quiet enough. Arms still firmly folded over his chest, Sam glanced over his shoulder and squinted at their surroundings. He could see moderately well in the dark. That came with hunting all the time in such conditions, he supposed, although having a flashlight on hand would have certainly made the task of peering between trees and bushes a lot less time consuming. When he seemed satisfied enough, Sam slowly knelt down into the grass next to Ruby. Back pressing against the base of the tree, Sam eyed the knife turning in her hands cautiously.
It was still worrying, all of it was. And he still did want to jump up and run in the other direction. Maybe there was some kind of shrink for whatever screwed up disease he had jammed into his brain. No normal person would be doing this right now. Agreeing to it and everything.
He was nervous. Kind of scared. Sam wondered if Ruby was able to read that air of emotion about him as he looked away from her, eyes, tracing the shadows that were cast down from the looming moon overhead. Maybe not. Not if she couldn't see his face.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said nervously, fingers digging into the grass beside him.