Maggie was right about that: nothing else would've felt like home. That was why he'd stayed in Storybrooke as long as he had, too. He could have moved on to another town, like he had before. Instead, he chose to stay. At the time, he'd stayed because he had a roof over his head and somewhere to eat. As the days came and went, he stayed for the people. Another town wouldn't have been the same. Another bar across town wouldn't have been the same either.
Sam stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, hooked his thumbs through the belt loops. He felt wound up, and that kept him from having to figure out what else to do with his hands. "Right, not since..." Sam nodded in understanding. Not since she had Josh. He could understand why that'd be her priority, but he'd always thought Maggie was great, so it surprised him that she was still unattached. If she was happy that way, though, that was for the best.
"So his dad's not..." His question trailed off. He knew it wasn't any of his business, so he didn't let the silence linger too long. "Well, it seems like you're doin' just fine on your own. I'm sure you'll have a place of your own in no time. I'll keep my eye out for anything around town."