"I'm really sorry, did I scare you? But as you know, a few days ago, I ran into some trouble on my way home, and I've been a bit frightened since... So, I carry this knife for self-defense, not at all meant for Sam, please don't think of me as weird."
Zoe seemed almost on the verge of tears.
Sam didn't quite know what to say.
All he could do was help her pick up the kitchen knife from the ground, then, almost embracing her, walked towards the elevator, comforting her as they went.
"It's okay, I understand, sis. I know you're worried about safety, and about me... But don't worry, I'll take care of myself just as I would protect you. You don't need to worry about me; you must take good care of yourself, Zoe."
Zoe looked at Sam, touched.
