John's heart hurt for a moment, a clench in his chest at hearing that his father was proud. Even if he couldn't help but feel that he was only proud because he was being related the man that he had become from the romanticized memories of his sons, far enough distanced from when he was actually alive to have whited out some of the worst aspects of his existence.
"He'd probably have quickly changed his mind if he could have," John said with a bit of a laugh before shaking his head. "I'm glad you boys have somewhere safe to go, though. Somewhere permanent for once in your lives. It beats motel hopping and moving to keep one step ahead of whatever it is that's after you this time," He said, taking another drag off his soda and nearly choking at Sam's last words.
"Figure out how to what?" He exclaimed the second that the coughing fit subsided, staring at Sam with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and disbelief. "Permanently? What do you mean, permanently? Is that even... That's not possible."