"Hey," Juno echoed, shuffling a little nervously as she stepped back to let him in. Before she'd been sent home, she'd started to think of him as kind of a brother, but after four years, she had no idea anymore. Sometimes it seemed like Sam still thought of her as a little sister, and sometimes it felt like he was holding her at arm's length. There were too many mixed signals going on, everybody seemed to be on edge, and the more she thought about it, the more tied up in knots she felt.