Sam turned as Ryan came up and touched him. He reached down and clasped his hand over Ryan's, then slowly brought it up to kiss his palm. His eyes tightened in sudden pain and he rubbed the area over his heart. "Don't start harassing me about my fireball whiskey now," he teased, hiding his pain. "Yeah, sure. We can go to the church. Maybe go hiking afterwards?" He was restless and he liked the idea, already planning on it. Though he had second thoughts. "Though not sure how much of one we can take when you have work." He scratched his chest again. Sam stepped away, obviously out of sorts. He believed Ryan when he said he'd be alright but it wasn't helping the gap in his memory.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Eden smirked and pressed a palm to his hand. "Such a big heart. Don't worry I'm sure he made it home safe and sound." He hummed and cuddled him some. "I need some angel tears. And, well, you know one." He puckered out his lip. "Pretty please?" He obviously had no care about his son, and Eden didn't know about Milo. Really it was part of the arrangement he'd made with the assholes that had captured Kane. It would have looked too bad to kill them and demons always lied. Sam would never know either.