I'd buy you a new one. Stop complaining. If I'm good for anything it's throwing money at the problem until something sticks.

[ It's perhaps more honest than he actually wants to be, but he's too tired to fight with Sam and play little games with words and intentions, circling around and around the other man. It's been a fraught day for him and maybe, just maybe, he wants to lay the load down and rest his head on Sampo's stupid wet forearm for a moment, breathing out slow from lungs that don't actually need breath. ]

I do what pleases me, or what makes sense in the moment. The sooner you stop trying to assume my feelings, the better things will be.

[ Hmn. That might've been a bit pointed. ]