"You seem to be a touch emotional today, Sam. You always told me to not make big decisions when upset." Harry attempted as he looked at how utterly miserable Sam seemed, rolling up his sleeves for God knows why. Not wanting blood on his sleeves? He winced, tilting his head back. Normally he'd revel in the misery of a Tenaz but right now, it was precarious.

"Let's be honest here, you're a shell of who you were. I noticed since we first hooked up tonight. How about you take a seat on that pew and tell me all your sins. We can dissect together before, yeah, before you go a little crazy." He looked up at Sam, trying to adopt the most human guise he could. Wet eyes, looking as concerned as he could muster, like his old pal from college.

"Let's talk, man."