"I dunno... in the mornin' maybe." He shook his head and put the beer on the table and stretched a bit, resting his head against the back of the couch. He didn't quite know what to say to his little brother anymore. It was awkward, like it had been after Ruby, and after he killed Amy, and countless other times they'd fucked each other over and had no plan for coming back from it.
Crossing his arms over his stomach, he watched the boxing match end on TV with a quick double jab to the bigger guy's face, the slightly smaller one winning on KO. He was sure if he stayed quiet enough, Sam would just go to bed, because he didn't want to admit that him being jealous wasn't just about the fact Sam could separate himself from the job. It was that Sam found someone else to focus on, and while he'd found Benny, he had no plans of living with the dude.