"It's just tension. I don't love him. I didn't back then and I don't now and it was a stupid thing to do, I'm fucking awful with impulses-" He scrubs a hand through his hair, wincing at the rumble. "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

He's earned that, he's very sure he's earned that and it'll suck not sleeping curled up with Sam but he fucked up. You fuck up you sleep on the sofa.

"Yes. I don't- we don't need me getting distracted over a bullshit nothing kneejerk reaction while I'm trying to keep the people that mean the most to me safe. I don't wanna be that guy, I can't believe I was that guy for a hot second-"