Cal has had just about enough himself. He's not watching what he's saying as closely as he should, but then trying to keep something to himself never fucking works with Sam, does it? He just has to know fucking everything.

"I've already told you I don't think you're lying," he points out, more or less accurately. "Now who's not listening? I don't even see what this has to do with anything. I know better than to expect to come first, Sam, I'm not five. I just don't want to fucking talk about it. Leave it alone."