Sighing a bit, she tilted her head, reaching to brush the hair out of his face. "Eliot... he's not going to know you're his brother. He's not going to know about Lindsey, or the girls. He might not even know what we do, at the point, besides play poker with Nate. We'll go see him in a minute.. But Eliot, you need to let go of all this..." She waved her hand at him in a rather all encompassing way. "This anger and frustration. We're going to make whoever's responsible pay. You know that. It's what we do. But we do it after we've supported Sam."