It was the tiniest of smiles, but it was there and he saw it. He didn't feel like joking, but being tense all the time wasn't his favorite either. As she met his gaze, he winked, patting her gently on the shoulder before turning his attention to her elbow.
While he knew what she was going through, and could empathize. He was firmly holding onto the belief that Sam was alive somewhere. He refused to acknowledge the on screen death as his brother's fate. It was this faith that was keeping him relatively calm.
"I don't doubt that. But I doubt destruction will bring Hotel back sooner than when they've done whatever it is he's got them doing."