Sam shrugged. Sooner or later, it was going to be awkward anyway, but he didn't have the energy--or the desire, really--to argue. He could spend some time with his brother, let Dean see for himself that he was coping, and have someone around, in case he wasn't.
As far as the soulgaze thing went, Sam just snorted. Probably the only reason he hadn't already soulgazed Harry was because Harry had been temporarily sans-mojo. "Trust me, Dean," Sam said, "Whatever Harry's naked soul looks like, naked, it can't be any worse than mine. But don't worry. I don't intend to go baring it to anyone, if I can help it."