"Hm? No, Sammy. No. You're not." Wearily Gabriel dragged a hand across his eyes. "I.. my brother came by this morning. Gotta love family, right?"

He dropped back onto the corner of his bed, scrubbing at his face. "I missed chasing you down after morning therapy, so you came looking for me?" That's strangely gratifying. That he at least matters to someone. To Sam.

God knows he doesn't matter to his brothers anymore.