Eyes slipping closed for just a moment, Sam lets himself lean into the touch. He's tired. After everything that has happened he's so tired. He feels like he can breath again and it's hard not to want to just curl up right then. It might be a thought to snag a room at the Oak and Iron tonight, at least until he can get his keys back.

Or something.

But Alice is talking and he's so glad she understands. He knew she would, he was there when she lost her parents. Knows that she of all the people he knows understands grief. He can't help but chuckle a bit at the gentle joke.

"Made it through the shit we couldn't and still in the end..." We....more like he. Shaking his head as much as he can without dislodging himself. "It's so good to see you again..."