Sam was sort of staring resolutely at the wall. He felt terrible, like he just wanted to curl in on himself, and he couldn't afford that being that he was one of the few people within the compound who wasn't actually sick.
"Hmmm?" He said when Joey asked if he was alright, he hadn't really been listening. No, he wasn't alright, he wasn't even close to it but he couldn't lump that on her when she was basically taking care of everyone in the building. "I'll be fine." He said with a tiny attempt at a smile. "It's just....not really what any of us need to be dealing with right now."
"Do you need help with anything?" He asked her after a moments pause. It wasn't like there was really anything more they could do here.