[Chuck sighed, looking over at Sam sadly.] Not by a long shot.
[The man's head was a screwball, constantly bouncing between emotions that raked through him like razorblades. Chuck was so grateful for the brief reprieves when he'd be able to sit in Sam's head for awhile that he could've erected a shrine in the taller man's honor - Sam wasn't okay either, but it was the lesser of two painful evils.]