"You'll be fine, yeah? I told you, Bobby's chill." In a Bobby way, anyway. Sam approached the door and knocked it in the known pattern. It took a little bit before Bobby opened, so Sam explained it to Harry. "He's a bit slow sometimes, with the chair."

"I ain't deaf though, you idjit," Bobby said, having opened the door at just the wrong point. Sam was trying to defend himself and Bobby waved it off, turning his focus to Harry. "Did that idjit not tell you to dress properly? Get inside, son, I ain't heating for the coyotes."

Sam walked inside with Harry, pulling the door close behind them. "That's Harry, Bobby. And that's Bobby."

"Think he's put that together." Bobby held a hand out to Harry. "Welcome. Had a tough ride?"