"We'll figure out a way to make sure that it stops," Sam assured her, fingers tracing the lid of the plastic coffee cup. "Maybe we could take you to a doctor or something. They could give you pills?" Pills. Sam stared down at the cup in his hands, trying to keep himself from thinking too much on it. But then, of course, Ruby had to bring the drugs right back into the conversation. The thing of it was, Sam had never meant to even mention them in the first place. He rubbed a hand anxiously over his face when she informed - not suggested, but informed - him that he was going to go on and quit doing the drugs. Which she was probably right about, but with the local dealers nearby it felt like a hard thing to burden. He didn't want to quit. Not entirely. There was a huge part of him that did, but the other half of himself that was more interested in forgetting than dealing...it wasn't so happy with the idea. So Sam merely looked in the other direction and sipped from his cup. Then he set it back down onto the table, folded his arms across his chest, and looked over at Ruby uncertainly.
"You don't give yourself too much credit, do you?" He shook his head. "You need to stop putting yourself down. Me being out here with you now? It's like paradise compared to where I was before I got here. So...just stop with the negativity already, all right? I know you're scared and upset and you have every reason to be. But it's going to be fine. You're going to be fine, Lauren is going to be fine - I promise, I'll make sure of it." It seemed that they had a mutual agreement in the air. If he helped her, she would help him. Sam found that the idea seemed a lot more appealing than he imagined it would. "Okay. Yeah." He nodded quietly, then squinted over at her. "I'd like that."
He's also like to kiss her. A lot. It wasn't something that he was expecting when she brought it up though, so Sam found himself shooting Ruby a surprised look when she brought it up. He released a faint smile, which strengthened slightly when he actually fully let the words run through his head. I'll believe it if you kiss me. Sam shifted away from the table that he was leaning against and sat back down beside her on the couch. He leaned in toward her, placing a hand along her leg as he did so. Rather than kissing her right away though, he restrained himself. He wanted to kiss her. Sam wanted to bury his fingers into her hair, pull her close, and give her a sense of physical comfort that he was sure she wasn't feeling so much when she was crying at the door earlier. But he refrained. For now, at least. "Are you sure this is okay?"