[ Stopping in the doorway, he glances back at Sam, eyebrows raised in anticipation. But he stays quiet, patiently waits for whatever it is that his brother's got to say to him.

The thank you is hard to hear, but only because it's hard to see Sam like this, believing he's so undeserving. He nods tightly, and then smiles. ]

This is your house too, Sam. And even when I'm first-thing-in-the-morning grumpy, I want you up here. And I want you to remember that anything you need - anything at all - just gotta ask.