It was always a comforting thing, hearing that the people he cared for were supporting him. All in all, Sam didn't think that they were going to be the reason that he got better, but their support helped him out along the way. Getting better? It was on him. He was doing it because he wanted to, not because he was trying to impress or win anyone over. Sam had to get better before he could fix anything else. He had to get better because he wanted to get better. And he did. Which was why, so far, he had been clean and sober for weeks.
Being sober was a bitch.
"Thanks," Sam said, eying Madra. He didn't say much more than that. It was hard to talk about it most times. He didn't really know what to say beyond the fact that he was sorry and that he was trying. It wasn't like anyone wanted to hear about how much he missed it and how easier things would be if only he had a little to get him by.
"Really? I don't know, Faith." He leaned back into his chair, relieved that she was actually letting things go. This was what they needed right now. To talk, yell, then cut it off before things got too crazy. They'd dealt with enough crazy between the two of them for a lifetime. This was better. "Madra is smart. I'm betting he figured out the awesome without Jacen's influence."