"Yeah, no. I know you can." Sam wasn't sure how to put his feelings into words, that urge to be cool enough for Matty's standard. The fear of letting him down. Of being a disappointment after everything that Matty had done for him and sacrificed for him. He didn't wat to put any of those worries on Harry, so he simply got up, took Harry's hand and smiled as best he could. "I love you, yeah? No matter what."

Even if Matty would hate him for it. He walked over, still holding Harry's hand, and unlocked the door. Then he walked down the stairs with him and held his free hand up to greet his big brother once he'd spotted him. "Hey, Matty."