Sam would sit on the wooden bench next to you, waiting for Max so the three of you could start some vigilante action and get to kickin' some criminal butts!

As the two of you would wait, Sam would take a few looks around at the scenery. There are a few butterflies and bees flying around the plants and flowers. Sam enjoys it, hoping one of them would land on his nose like he's in some cute cartoon.

Sam would then acknowledge your slightly unsettled expression, feeling confused as to why. There's nothing here that can hurt you or do much. Although he'd rather quickly connect the dots, remembering the bugs fluttering around the area and your scared expression.

"Are you scared of bugs, by any chance?"

Sam would inquire, tilting his head a little bit with a slight chuckle. He is amused but doesn't want you to be scared over something like this, so he does feel bad for you to an extent.

He hasn't met someone with such a fear before. He's heard of it, sure, but never understood.