"Might as well be." He mumbled, still looking at the remains of the television. "For all the trouble... " Sam became aware he was projecting slightly. The TV wasn't the problem, the show wasn't even the problem.
He nodded silently and vanished into the kitchen for several minutes, a few shuffling and clunking sounds followed and eventually he emerged with two cups of coffee. "You'll notice the apartment is very much not on fire." He said with a tiny hint of amusement as he handed her one of the cups. He sat down on the sofa and took a sip of coffee. For a moment after he appeared relaxed, before the troubled look settled in his eyes again.