( God damn it Sam Wilson, how do you do that? One second it's gonna keep my mouth shut forever, the next it's like a dam's about to burst.

The plates beneath Sam's hand gently shift in time with him ducking his head, then turning his eyes out toward the direction of their targets. He blows a heavy, frustrated breath out of his nose.

I need you to level with me. )

Where I'm at is I don't think it matters what he said exactly, I think I'd have lost it on him eventually anyway.

( He shakes his head slowly. )

When I said it wasn't even about you...

( A glance Sam's direction, and then another avoidant look aimed at the floor because apparently that's all he's capable of. )

I yelled at him for leaving.