[Sam gets that. It's exactly how he had felt as a teenager, and he'd been forced into a world that dealt with things most teenagers didn't have to. He really does get it, and he gives a genuinely apologetic look.]

Sorry, I know. I wasn't trying to imply that you needed to be. You've obviously got this under control. [He gestures to the chore chart.] And everyone else has been taking care of themselves just fine the past few days, as far as I can tell. Even made us all dinner...

[He gives an awkward sort of shrug, embarrassed at the thought that he might have offended her in some way. With his hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders hunched a little inwards, he seems a little younger than he did before.]

Anyway, I'd like to help everyone here in whatever way I can. So, just let me know.