Sam peered over his shoulder, finding Hermione standing just behind him. He rubbed at his neck tiredly, slow to take up that false smile he was so used to flashing strangers. "I'm fine." He shifted a little on the step he was sitting on, then looked back to the house. "Is everything okay in there? How's Adam holding up?" That was part of all his worries. Adam. He didn't know the kid too well, but he did know that he'd had it rough lately. He couldn't help but worry. It seemed like if anyone would know if there was something going on with him, it'd be Hermione. She and Adam had been getting awfully close lately, which was something that Sam was turning out to appreciate more than he thought he would. Adam would need someone there. Someone he could talk to. Sam wanted to think that maybe he could be that person for him, but Hermione was special. Not in the scary psychic kids type of special that he was familiar with, but the kind of special that most people didn't see very often. She was good. Smart. Loyal. Genuine. Adam needed that.
"And what about you? I know all this probably seems...weird," Sam noted, turning so that his back was pressed to the right side of the railing that led up to the porch. It was an easier way to sit. He could see Hermione better. "Having to put up with the crap our family goes through - it's...usually weird. For outsiders." Adam was still somewhat of an outsider himself. Another reason why Sam felt Hermione was good for him. The breath of fresh air had been nice, as had been the quiet. But if he was trading that off for a chance to check up on Adam indirectly, Sam would gladly take it. He could find some other time to sit out on his own and think on things. This was more important.