"I can dye my hair," Sam scoffed. "But there's only one 'you' and of course I'm going to worry. You don't have to hold it all in because it will burst eventually, whether you want it to or not - like an infected appendix," he teased, touching Joanie's side where the organ should be. But he meant what he said. "And, you know, one of my jobs as your Thing? Whatever you want to call me? Is to be a verbal punching bag. So I'll listen whenever you want."