"Dude, it seriously sucks and most of them bat for their team," He grumbled and shrugged. He grabbed another beer from Sam and took a long drink from it.
He was getting suspicious about Sam asking him to stay - again. "Yeah, would be good," he said slowly and set his beer down. Maybe he was right though, giving them all space and himself space would probably do him good, considering all the shit he's been through.
"Did you see Dad when you were in Vegas?" He asked all of a sudden, looking at him for a second before going back to the car.