"Yeah," Sam responded as he led the way to a small table near the windows, taking the seat that faced the door. "He sorta looked after me ever since I was still in diapers, since dad wasn't able to always be around. We don't always get along, and I don't think we've ever seen eye-to-eye, but he's all I had after dad died. It's a long story," Sam muttered the last part into his latte, keeping eye contact. "He's a dick, but he's got a good heart. I think he cares too much, actually. Might not seem it, but he does."