That was the purpose of touch, in Sam's world. He could recover from months' worth of grief with a single hug, although it was important that the hug came from the person he'd been grieving. Nevertheless, tactile comfort seemed as important, if not even more so, than verbal. He wouldn't have been able to pull her as far away from her thoughts so quickly if he'd only used words.
"You have," he agreed. "A lot of people have. I wish I knew how it worked," He had only been through once, but Dean was here for the fourth time now. He didn't know how many times River or Simon had been through, though he remembered being aware of their presence, even if they hadn't talked. Maybe they should have. "What do you think of this place so far?"