Samuel took the glass from his hand, tipping it upside down over the carpet, watching for any sign of an errant drip. When none fell, he laughed aloud, feeling a strange sense of pride at Rylee's apparent accomplishment. "Well done," he murmured. Leaning up, he set the glass aside, setting his alongside it after one last, lengthy sip. He reached for the PlayStation controller long ago set aside, looking back up to Rylee as he returned to his place on the sofa. "Any job worth doing is worth doing right," he said. "As long as you're makin' progress I won't bust your balls too much. I'm glad I could help."