Sam shook his head briefly, not tearing his gaze away from the window. There were - no, wait. Still just trees. Damn it all.

"We work better as a team. It's just..." he trailed off then, with an internal grimace as he realised that he was falling into the same sort of trap he himself was inclined to use. It was hard, sometimes, not to talk to someone who seemed to actually be able to listen, rather than just wait for their own turn. "Complicated," he finished, a touch lamely.