If Sam didn’t already have a sixth sense when you got nervous/anxious, he would’ve been able to tell anyways by the repeated leg shaking and fingernail biting.

Which is why he made his way over to you, putting a hand on your shaking leg and gently grabbing your wrists to stop you from biting your fingernails anymore.

“Hey… it’s alright. I’m here.” He murmurs with a small smile of assurance.