Yeah, something like that, I guess. [Too late, he decided it was an uncomfortable topic of conversation. Especially when he couldn't exactly figure out the words to say what it was he did mean. Sam was smiling, though. That was something.]

Good. I hate windows. [He fidgeted a little, then curled in closer, and settled.] I'll get to the laundry on Monday while you're in class. Lemmie know what else you come up with.