Chris is making a lot of sense, and Sam kind of hates it.

"Look, before all this, I had this real nice old lady that'd fix up my boots or give me new pairs that were better than Bridges ever supplied me with. Here, I don't have that option or the money to foot that kind of trade. It's been a long damn time since it got this bad."

Meaning it's gotten that bad before.

He sighs, sinking a little on the spot. He knows he's being difficult. "...sorry. I just don't know what you want me to do here that I can actually adhere to. I can't really take days off, I got responsibilities, you know that."