"Nothing I can say is gonna make him not being here better," Sam acknowledged, because he knew if someone was trying to make him feel better, it'd just make him want to hit things. "But if you ever want to talk about him, to keep the memories fresh, I can listen."

He wanted to tell her she wasn't alone here, but it sounded so stupid inside his head that he didn't. Just picked up his fork to sit and eat with her, so she didn't feel abandone.