Well..." Sam paused. Finally he realized that he had to say it. He hoped he wouldn't sound like he was begging.
"Why don't you come home?" he asked, looking at her hopefully. "I know we've got stuff to - to talk about, but... we can do it there. Because I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm kind of really dumb."
He gave her a half smile. "But you know I'm dumb, and you seem to like me anyway," he teased her. "So ... come home?" he repeated, shifting nervously.