Sam reached the door, "I don't meditate, I pray," he answered her as he looked back to her over his should while his hand held the knob for the door. "I pray and get no answers. But I do know what I have to do now." He paused for a long moment, "I have to be more like my brother was."
He pulled the door open and stepped out, "And you are rambling again. Buffy, you're safe here. No demons will come here. Bobby's protected the house. So try and get some sleep, or mediate, which ever. Bobby will have dinner ready later. And, thanks for showing up to try and help."
He walked out, heading across the hall to go to his room.