I hear you. [ Sam absently tugs the collar of his t-shirt down a little, revealing a dark bruise on his collarbone. ] I'll feel a hell of a lot better when I figure out how to patch someone up without taking on their injuries. But I'm getting pretty good at the mental shit, at least.

[ He lets his shirt go, running a hand over the back of his neck as he considers Bellamy's question. It's not like Bellamy doesn't probably already have an answer - Sam'd stopped holding in his emotions to let calm bleed out, and he knows he couldn't have started again in time to keep the quiet affection and sense of comaraderie from getting through, too.

No point in trying, really, though he does turn his mind real quick back to calm. ]

Yeah, hell yeah. We've had each other's backs for a while now, can't see that changing.