Yeah. You especially, Mr. "I don't wanna be here."

[Her tone isn't mocking, though. There's a note of genuine concern in it. Sam takes a step closer and slaps him gently in the shoulder. She'd hug him, but--she'll save that for the waking world, she thinks.]

I'll be on the lookout this week for you. And take care of yourself, would you?

[A beat.]

Please?