And then Kurloz starts talking, and Sam kind of wants to bury his face in his hands, because really, is this really the time for all of that? Apparently it is, apparently Kurloz is going to try to have a heart to heart while he's drugged up and recently stitched and still not bandaged but no, he's going to try to sit up anyway and most likely make Sam's job harder.

Thanks, man.

And yet. And yet Sam stays quiet, doesn't move, doesn't do anything to try to interrupt any of that. If their situations had been reversed, if it'd been Riley who showed up here after being gone so long, just younger and with no memory of what they meant to each other - Sam can't honestly say he wouldn't be doing the same thing right now.

"Not accepting that until I know what you're apologizing for," he mutters when Kurloz tells him he's sorry.

He finishes up his stitching, cutting one or two that'd gotten pulled in all the movement and redoing them, then glances over at Psiioniic at the kit. "Hand me some of those?"