It wasn’t that Sam was unhappy exactly. Aside from the fact that he was here and Gretel was not and that worried him more than anything else because he’d left her alone in that place. Not that he could offer much protection obviously given that even the super powered among them had been pretty powerless but it was definitely harder to try and protect her when he wasn’t even there any longer. He didn’t like to think about it though. If he thought about it too long he started to think about what her next experiment might be and he couldn’t handle that. Not when she’d be having to deal with whatever it was without him.
On the other hand his brother was here. Alive and well and seemingly happy, with a family no less. So it was kind of hard to be completely unhappy when there was obviously this chance at something resembling the life they’d always wanted - albeit on a space station in an alternate reality. But part of Sam had never been very good at letting himself enjoy things when he had them. Probably as a result of his upbringing, he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And if that didn’t seem like happening he almost felt like he wanted to make a martyr of himself when for having gotten out when he’d had to leave people behind to do it. So he moped and beat himself up, and if he went far enough down that road then he drank to try and alleviate his self pity.
Sam looked up as the other drink was placed in front of him and then turned his attention to the man addressing him. He’d been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t even realised that he recognised anyone in the bar. Still he wasn’t about to complain when someone was putting drink in front of him. He offered John a half smile as he downed his first glass and raised his second to the other man. “No arguments here.” He said before downing the gin as well.