Only a week prior, someone coming to help him once he'd fallen over would have made Sam smile. Now, it just made him want to sink into the floor, the idea that he was being noticed and seen in his weak and disgusting state horrifying. Saying something incomprehensible he picked himself up quickly, held up a hand and shook his head to Theo's offer of help.
Stuck by sheer confusion he listened to the man's pitch, blinking at the game and the set up. "I..um.." He knew from Zeph that most of these things were absolute cons, but now he was trapped and did not know how to refuse: what if Theo carried a knife or had powerful friends? Paranoia in full force, he forced himself to grasp his hands together and nod.
"O-Okay. Do I ha...have to p-pay something?" He asked, hoping he might be able to get out of it by not having much to give.
