[ sam let's julie move, watching as she picks up her shoes and completely clears the nearest table (clears may be pushing it, but eh. this is julie's place, after all. he'll take the free table to set down his box, giving her a look as he starts to unpack it all. ]

So you're just stressed, then. [ another pointed look, as a casserole tray comes out, alongside some homemade eggnog and probably some sort of baked good. and even with her rolling of her eyes and the overly loud presentation of the warehouse. he knows a good avoidance when he sees it, has probably put forth a similar effort himself. ] You want to talk about it?

[ because you know what, julie. all those points? totally valid. in every way. but sam can't tell her that much if he doesn't know it, so for now he's treading that in-between ground of knowing something is off but not sure if its ground to push yet or not. especially when she shifts the attention to his goodies - food and decorations and a couple of small gifts galore. ] Not much. Got my Titi's eggnog - tequila, by the way. Legendary. A chicken spaghetti casserole because why not. And these are just for fun- [ he sets aside the small gifts, wrapped in little bags and tissue paper. ] Nothing all that special but everyone needs something under the tree, right?