Sam's eyebrows raise a little, but he still grins. "All right, yeah, I'm curious. Sometimes it feels like I barely remember what it's like not to be focused on the job."

Kurloz can't know how much it takes to admit that, from the guy who spent years relearning how to be a person - but that makes it easier to let it roll off his tongue, nice and casual.

But then he shakes his head a little.

"You don't gotta worry about that. No one from here can go to where you're from unless you take them with you whenjoy you go back. But if anyone tried to force you - hell yeah, I'd stop them."

There's a pause as Sam considers. This is likely a terrible idea; he doesn't know anything about the kid except that he's an alien, that he’s a little weird, that he keeps calling Sam 'angel' - that he's protective of his friends and eager to share in how to have fun, but none of that makes what he's about to do a great idea.

But anyone who says Sam doesn't impulsively act on instinct sometimes doesn't know him all that well.

"You need a place to stay while you're here, little brother?"