"Yeah because that's a fun after supper activity," Sam scoffs, just a gently sarcastic ribbing over the idea of a house call happening right here. But he's probably asking for it, at least subconsciously, taking off his boots to let Chris see to begin with.

His eyes narrow at Chris' question, and he looks back down at the floor. "Ain't punishin' anything. I just wanna get shit squared away for when Lou starts walkin' and needin' solid food more. That's all." Which would be the truth. Just not the whole truth. So he braces himself, but forces himself to keep going, if only so that Chris will stop looking at him like that. "Besides, it's not like I got anyone else out there that can do what I can. Ain't got anyone, period. Fuckin' driving everyone off. Well, 'sides you."