Name: Baxter Caldwell<br/>Location: Kitchen to Front Door<br/>Tagging: Irina, Sam, Cal<br/>Wearings: Jeans and t-shirt<br/><br/>Baxter quickly made his way through the plate of food in front of him. He could tell from the look on Sam's face that his joke hadn't gone over well, and he might have even touched a nerve. He sighed, he still couldn't get a clear read on Sam. In her own way she was kind of going down the same path he had, it might have been something for them to bond over but instead it just strained their relationship more.<br/><br/>Her response a few seconds later confirmed his suspicion and he felt his heart sink. He hadn't realized he had fucked up joke that badly. What should have been a simple and pleasant family breakfast had quickly devolved and he couldn't help but feel responsible. What was worse, he didn't even know how to approach Sam and apologize properly.<br/><br/>Hearing the doorbell ring, he rose quickly, leaving his half finished plate on the table. "I've got it mom." he said as he hurried to the door. It was bitterly cold out and he didn't want to leave whoever was on the doorstep out in the cold any longer than he had to. Trusting that his family lived in the kind of neighborhood where vagrants and the like never made it into, he opened the door without hesitation.  "Good morning...." he began not at all prepared for what happened next.