It would probably seem silly for him to apologize to her, she hadn't seen the memory he just experienced.  But she was very comforting, and this was the first time she seemed to take active interest in her.  Suddenly he realized he had come under the bleachers for his drawing book he dropped.  He blushed as they both glanced at the open book full of his drawings.  He was going to say something, but his head ached enough in pain to dissuade him otherwise for the moment.<br/><br/>He hoped Sam would not stop comforting him.  He missed having a really good friend and always felt like something was missing in his heart.  Yeah, he had a lot of so called friends, but no one he could open up to or who could open up to him.  He smiled through the grimace.  "Uh ... so I guess you're wondering why I draw all these pictures of you?  Well ... cuz, I sort of ... well you know ..."<br/><br/>He had trouble saying it; so he decided to be a bit more direct.  "Too bad you can't come over my house for the weekend; maybe I could explain it to you then.  No body's home and well, frankly ... "  She was close enough, so he quickly kissed her on the cheek.  Then he laid his head back and closed his eyes to rest just for a moment.