"Ah was makin' to the other side'a the mansion, doin' mah rounds and such." Sam was not going to outright lie to his kid brother. "Ah also heard yer music, or what was left of it. It sounded a'right." A smile spread across his lips, as he shifted his eyes from the guitar back to Jay. "So what lyrics are ya comin' up with this time, Ah reckon Ah saw ya mouthin' to yerself."
Now was as good a time as any to strike up a conversation between the two Guthries. He knew of his brother's lamenting and sometimes wholeheartedly despised it, but he was Jay after all. And Sam wasn't the type to stay angry at anyone for a prolonged period of time. Sam just didn't want to harp on the past, what was done was done. Even if what was done was horrible to even recall.