"Sorry Toby and Donna couldn't help me put you to bed," Josh says with a half-smirk.
"That's never been my thing," Sam mutters.
"Good to know." He helps him to the bed, swaying himself until he plops onto the mattress. "Sam...I know things have.....you're okay, right?"
He knows Josh wouldn't be able to handle any answer but "I'm fine," so that's what he grants him. Kissing him, Sam does his best imitation of happiness.