He's still avoiding looking over, ignoring the shuffles as he assumes Sam to be busying himself with what all motherfucking ever. He feels the first bump, but doesn't make too much noise for it.

Then the shove is near toppling him over and his hand is going out to balance him. He shoves quickly on back, trying not to smile.

He doesn't succeed. Even if it's a weak one, it's there.

The next bump is just him leaning on Sam, letting slip a sigh. There's a lot he could say. But then, there's also enough he ain't sure he ought to.