Mark responded with a pained glance and then blinked slowly. "Touché, Sammy. Do you know it took me until about an hour ago to figure out the reason I feel so crook is you and not solely being hungover? So, I should ask you the same question. You okay to be here?" He couldn't object to Sam coming, though. He needed him. It was one of those life moments he needed him more than ever. He didn't feel so safe being alone. "I... I couldn't leave him. What if I lose him?" He looked back to Justin before Sam could see he was tearing up and shook his head to himself, frustrated that he could shake this feeling of dread and aching heaviness engulfing him.