Bobby was definitely as described, though Harry had no idea what to make of him. Usually people didn't yell nicely at him so that was definitely new. He walked into the room and started to take off his shoes, not wanting to track snow and gravel into the house. Once they were off, he held out his hand. He didn't know how to do casual handshakes so he shook hands like a business man. "Hello, thank you. It wasn't too bad, no."

It was pretty crappy but he didn't regret it. He finally got to experience the all American road trip. Complete with weird diners and some strange roadside attractions.

Harry wasn't really a self conscious person, he didn't have much issue socialising but the sudden pressure of this being basically Sam's dad got to him a little so he stuck closer to Sam than he might have. "You get some real cold winters out here. It's my first time in the Midwest." And it was fucking freezing.