He had a way with his kids, maybe. Sam didn't know if he could say as much for Ruby's child. He only hoped that when the time came for him to actually speak with her, Sam would be able to get through to her somehow. No matter how old she was, if someone was able to implant the idea that Ruby was bad into her mind? There had to be some way that Sam could convince Lauren that there was nothing wrong with Ruby whatsoever. He was determined to do just that. Because Ruby wasn't a bad person. She couldn't be. If she was, he wouldn't feel so right when he was around her. Like she could provide him a sort of warmth that no one else could begin to possibly manage.
His hand locked itself with hers almost naturally. Sam swallowed hard at the sight, not quite so sure on what he was supposed to do with himself next. But this wasn't about himself. It was about Ruby and it was about making sure that she didn't have a breakdown while her kid was in the next room over. "There's, uh..." He bumped his knee against her leg accidentally and looked down. "I've just been digging through records. There's been some interesting deaths before this. Over the years. It happens every twenty -" Sam frowned. "Every twenty years. You would think something like that would have made it into the media by now." The deaths were being reported, but no one was making a huge deal of it. Sam didn't understand it at all.
"Anyway, I haven't been able to trace it back to where these deaths all began...but I'm working on it." Sam shifted slightly, fingers still locked with her own. "I want to stop this. I feel like I have to. Like it's part of who I am. I can't just sit around and do nothing and -" He shook his head, the words coming out in the wrong place, but genuinely all the same. "- and I feel the same way about you. Like I'm supposed to be here, making you better. It's a part of who I am."