"We should check it out," Sam corrects. Gun re-loaded, he checks the safety, then holsters it. Might as well change out the target while they're talking. All the good spots have been blown out, anyway. He grabs the replacement target from a stack beneath a gun-shaped paperweight and gestures for Nathan to come with him on the walk.

"We can kick some ass, Little brother, it's just a matter of fighting smart, and not, y'know, cold-cocking someone who looks like they're a fuckin' statue." He smirks over at Nathan, even though he knows he would've done the same thing in his position. Yeah, well, do as he says, not as he does.

And, hey, maybe it'll just be another one of those messed up bonding experiences he and Nathan used to have all the time.

He passes the new target over so he can light up for the walk. So far, he hasn't seen any no smoking signs, and maybe he's cut back a little bit, but he doubts he's gonna quit any time soon.