Sam looks stunned at the request for a moment before quickly coming to his senses. "I, um, I think that Mike would be a little confused if I don't come back in with you." he finally stammers, catching the disappointed look on Monica's face.
Emma finally nods. "I guess you're probably right."
With that the two of them begin to make their way back to the house, Sam leading in through the door, Emma close behind him.
As soon as they get inside however Mike is back on his feet, storming towards the two of you. "What kind of fucking time do you call this?" Mike roared at the top of his voice, and Sam watches as Emma cowers back from him.
"Sorry." Emma replies softly. "You said to stay out there if we were back to late, I didn't want to wake you."
"So instead the fucking kids have to make my breakfast?" Mike continues, taking another step towards her, and raising his hand as if to hit her.
Sam watches wide eyed, wanting to step in to stop it, but unsure how.
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