[John nods at his son who looks up at him in a silent inquiry before running off. He lays Sam down on the couch, picking up a blanket to cover him, and presses a soft kiss to his forehead.]
Take care of 'em.
[He knows Bobby will, but they're everything he's got left in the world.]
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Take care of 'em.
[He knows Bobby will, but they're everything he's got left in the world.]