"No problem..."
He handed it to him
Sam: -he took a small drink out out of it- . . . -aaaand he starts tearing up again-
"W-hey, what's wrong!?"
He was by his side in seconds, sitting next to him and looking down at him with concern
Sam: It's n-nothing . . -sniff- I-I'm sorry . . . y-you probably t-think this is st-tupid.
"No, I don't! It's ok to be upset-and it's ok to talk about it-seriously...you don't have to talk to me but you shouldn't bottle things up..."
Sam: B-but- -sniff, sniffle- e-everyone's g-gonna get annoyed a-and- -sniff- I'm just g-gonna waste their t-time-
"No, they're not-if they really care about you, they'll take the time to listen-you're not wasting anyone's time..."
He gently rubbed his back
Sam: -sniff- o-ok . .
He smiled
"Don't worry about it..."
Sam: Th-thank you . .
