Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He'll need to talk to Sam about this, but - right now - it's all about damage control. "I don't know, babe," he murmurs, "and, I mean, like, don't quote me on this or anything, but maybe Sam's just trying to give us some space, you know? Maybe he feels that way but wants to respect what we have, and kind of freaked out at the ring. I didn't tell him I was giving it to you or anything. He didn't know I had it. So, if he found out I gave it to you, maybe he's freaking out, you know?" He exhales. "I'm sorry, babe, okay? I'll grab my stuff and take you home, but I gotta come back and grab Sam. Good thing I, like, only did a couple shots. Unless you wanna take a cab and I'll meet you there...?" He drops slow kisses over her temple and the side of her face, his lips trailing over her cheekbone. "We're cool, okay? I'll figure this shit out with Sam tomorrow."