Sam stiffened at the sound of Henry's voice, but he caught the actual words and his shoulders lowered again. His head came up and he met Henry's gaze, eyes bright with curious uncertainty. His mouth quirked wryly. "That's not very Winchester of you."

He did shrug, though, and tip his chin at the other side of the booth, inviting the guy who was way too young to be his grandfather to sit. "Asking about feelings is kind of taboo, unless someone's dying or abut to explode."