Sam can't see that what John does is for Mary and family, but he is getting there. Coming back to the bunker is the first step. They can agree on that much. Besides there isn't anything else he'd want more in the world besides Ruby. Family means so much. There would be some doubt cast on John being the real John if, in fact, everybody wasn't near by. Sam's lip tugs into a faint, albeit confused smile at the chuckle. He removes on hand from his pocket and rubs the back of his neck at the part about girlfriends. Give him a second to think. "Yeah... I don't think- uh, don't think we have to do introductions again." So is he. So is he.

They're in agreement, then. Sam also suggests that they wait till breakfast though so they can unwind for the rest of the evening. No need to rush since they're stuck inside for the night, right? Eventually, it gets late enough that Sam returns to his room with Ruby. As he would guess, things are scattered around and he begins to pick up anything that immediately threatens the feet on the path to the bed. He turns to Ruby when he's collected a few things. "You thinking bed or..." It's an open ended question on purpose to have her thoughts. Sometimes he doesn't know if she's thinking of a shower, or something a little more spicy, or if she's ready to call it, or pick up a book, but in any case, he doesn't think he should limit her options.