There were plenty of things that Sam had expected out of seeing Jo here. A lecture, a fully loaded arsenal of glares, a very short distribution of the materials sent their way, followed by the slam of a door in his face. Instead, he got this. The suggestion that he wasn't at fault for recklessly allowing a demon to possess him. Sam tried to ignore the twinge of guilt that bit him hard at the forward approach delivered, but it was a process that he found to be far more difficult than he would have preferred.
"You're more than welcome to if..." He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down uncomfortably. "I'd understand it if you did," he concluded, deciding not to drag out a possibly semi-coherent ramble on how he felt about what happened.
He took the bag and hesitated before closing the door behind her. "He's out picking up dinner. He should be back in a few, actually." He stood awkwardly with the bag in his arms. "Uh, do you wanna sit? We have...beer." Damn, they needed less alcohol on hand. Like bottled water or Yoo-Hoo's.