"You weren't expecting me to react oddly to it," Sam pointed out, attention transferring from the bottle of beer to their joined hands. He squeezed at her fingers gently, attempting quiet reassurance through the simple gesture. "It was bad timing, all in all. You didn't mean to throw me off like that. Don't beat yourself up over it." He wasn't about to accuse Ruby of plotting against him in a cruel way or something to that extent. She'd been looking to turn all of this uncomfortable baby talk into a joke and Sam had blown that up into bits and pieces. He cleared his throat, feeling awkward. This was stupid. He wasn't supposed to feel this way.
"Don't worry about it," Sam pressed, faking yet another smile. How many of those would he have to push on for her sake tonight? He'd do as many as he had to, but he wanted to genuinely smile. Sam felt like she would know the difference between fake and real at this point. "I'll be fine." He lifted the beer and drank from it once more. "And...and, yeah. I'll stay here."