When Sam brushes past him the urge to reach out and press him against the nearest surface with his lips on Sam's own was almost too strong to resist. He catches his breath, knowing that the temperature in the room just increased slightly. Mother Night, did he have to do this now?

He backs away slowly, putting space between himself and Sam. It's against every instinct he has but he can't force himself on someone he's just met. "Maybe... maybe this isn't such a good idea," he says out loud, doing his best to keep the tone of his voice from dropping. "I... shouldn't be around others right now."