"I'm going to give you my stash?" Sam laughed a little at that, shaking his head. "Sorry, Ruby. I don't think...I don't think that's a good idea. Mostly 'cause it's not the only stash I've got. And you taking what I do have isn't gonna stop me from going out and getting more." He didn't want the drugs to be taken away. He needed them to get by. Needed to have that feeling inside him that didn't make everything that he was jump out of control. Sam needed it. "I know I have to quit. I know that. But I can't right now, okay?" He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the ground, frowning deepening. "I just can't." He'd find a way to deal with it when the time came. But, right now, it felt good. It made him feel like he had control over the mess of a life he lived, even for a moment, and that was nice.
"You could do that?" He looked down as her hand slid over his. "I mean, I know that I could. Help with that. It wouldn't be a problem, honestly." He looked back up at Ruby, offering her a faint smile. "Could set you up with something nice. Help get you started. Shouldn't take more than a day or two at best." Two days away from the office downstairs. That was more than Sam could ever ask for. Two days of work without Lois riding his back; two days where he could focus on breathing and thinking and doing things that didn't involve avoiding the stern glare he got from his wife whenever they were sharing the same room.
Maybe a divorce was best. Perhaps even Lois thought so. Or maybe he was just getting the wrong ideas into his head. What if she didn't want to change? What if she didn't want to?