"Thank God, losing your curls would be a damn tragedy. I think I would cry. I lost my hair once and I survived that but there's no way I can survive you without curls." And he meant that. They were Sam's crowning glory, he loved to play with them and spring them. He supposed he owed a great debt to Matty for allowing his brother to look hot. "I'm sure if he cares about you so much, he'll ... be cool."

He couldn't guarantee that, he assumed the opposite but he knew that in times like this, comforting words were better than doom and gloom. "Besides, what does it matter anyway? family is the thing you seem once a year when you feel all holiday nostalgic. Otherwise, how big is it in your life?"

In Harry's, it was never big so it was hard for him to imagine it mattered to others.