Sam exited the Tube station not too far from the Tower. The bridge was there, like it always had been and he could see the lines of the tourists already forming. He wondered when he'd stopped considering himself one of them.
He turned around to see his brother, very glad for his familiar presence. The both of them were sort of nervous about seeing their Dad again, only it was coming out in that patented old standby behavior of passive agressiveness.
"Dude. Stop preening. You want me to get you some sparkly lip gloss or something?"