He didn't respond to that. The truth was that Sam had not been the best at attendance when it came down to hanging around with his own girlfriend. He was ashamed of it, but he was thoroughly convinced that it was all for the best at the same time. That would change when he was ready. He wouldn't need to leave for long.
"I can try to be," he muttered. There was a part of himself that was already convinced that he was better than most of what lay out there within the city. But he wasn't yet. Not entirely. He needed more blood. He wasn't strong enough. Certainly not now, without it.
An ache whined at his chest. Sam closed his eyes. He needed something to drink. Something to substitute. He needed...his eyes fell down to the red splotch on her seat. Only momentarily.
"Why not?" Sam tried to pry his arm away from her, phone still grasped in his hand. "We need her."