[For Sam: 2/10/10]
On reflection, when his head wasn't spinning, and his arm hurt somewhat less, he realized Sam was right. Not in a self-depreciative way -- although he wasn't exactly dropping that angle for himself just yet -- but a one-armed teammate didn't help anyone in dinosaur teritory. He'd just been...too desperate for distraction, and too out of his head to acknowledge that.
Sam, of anyone, didn't deserve that from him. He was supposed to be the supportive teammate, backing her play to escape the island, not the one driving her crazy with the menial things. The things she did to relax.
At the very least, she deserved an apology, and he wasn't about to lose another teammate like he did Jackson. Not Sam. Not without putting up a hell of a fight.
Which, for now, meant catching her before she made a break from the computer for lunch. Well. Catching her at her hut, anyway. He wasn't convinced she always thought of lunch.
Sam, of anyone, didn't deserve that from him. He was supposed to be the supportive teammate, backing her play to escape the island, not the one driving her crazy with the menial things. The things she did to relax.
At the very least, she deserved an apology, and he wasn't about to lose another teammate like he did Jackson. Not Sam. Not without putting up a hell of a fight.
Which, for now, meant catching her before she made a break from the computer for lunch. Well. Catching her at her hut, anyway. He wasn't convinced she always thought of lunch.