"I know he's not. This would probably be a lot easier to deal with if he was. The thought of hurting him, even unintentionally, it just... it kills me." Sam definitely knew the look, though he hadn't personally been on the receiving end of it very often. About the only time he ever clashed with Justin on any level was when he mistakenly though Sam was trying to keep the truth about his dad's illness and medical prognosis from him when Mark had his heart attack and some resulting health struggles, or when Sam had been helping Mark get Justin through drug and alcohol withdrawals. Not that either was from anything Sam had done directly but it still ripped his heart out. Justin wasn't a kid who trusted easily and once you earned that, he put his entire trust and faith in you to have his best interests at heart, especially knowing he was more often than not, incapable of taking care of himself.

He had sunk so far down on the seat, he now had to prop his head up on his hand watching Justin sleep. "Shit, Sparky, that's a near-impossible question to answer. I'd like to say yes but it doesn't feel right. I know what you're meaning here but the emotional state he's in at the moment, he doesn't have the capacity to process anything. He can't even process Sash's condition or his own injuries. Whatever answer I'd get would be reactionary and not an accurate dive into how he really would feel about this in the longer term. I feel like I need to sleep on it all and just go somewhere to be alone with my thoughts for awhile. I don't want anyone to feel forced into anything."