I don't know. I mean, it's not all up to me, is it? [He rubbed his cheek against the top of Sam's head and sighed. He didn't like serious conversations. It was perfectly alright with him that most of the world was under the impression that he wasn't actually capable of deep thought. Less awkwardness that way.]

[He knew he couldn't avoid it, in this case. What was happening here was too volatile to leave too much to chance. If he let Sam get hurt like this, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.] What would make you happy?