"What? Oh." Sam eyed the bag. His hands went to his pockets, searching as if he expected to find his bag, when it was clearly in the other man's hands. "I...thank you," He made a little face, reaching to take the bag with his far hand, the nearer one going to his neck again. He swatted at it, feeling the pulse throbbing there. Odd. He shook his head as if he meant to clear it.