[ He's got the fridge halfway open again when she says that, and he pauses to glance over his shoulder.

Oh.

Sam's gotten used to the - probably very typically teenage, self-centered - feeling that nobody around him understands how he feels. (To be fair, he hasn't given most people enough information to even have a chance at knowing.)

But she definitely gets it. Losing family. Not knowing where the hell they went. Blasting off into space half-cocked to try and get them back because what else are you supposed to do, just sit there and take it? ]

And once you got out there, you found everything but them, and everything went way out of control, right?

[ Because boy, that part's familiar too, if so.

Finally, he remembers why he opened the fridge again. ]

Oh, uhhhh. Milk or soda? I don't actually know what they're milking for this stuff, if that makes a difference.