A derisive, darkly amused sound escapes Sam as he pushes away from the wall, collecting his suitcase.

"Yeah, I've really missed this," he tosses the words halfheartedly over his shoulder, still leaning heavily on the wall as he makes his inching, pathetic progress down the hall. There's no way he can keep up with Gabriel's familiar conversational jabs, that flow of cut and riposte, not when he looks and feels practically dead on his feet. "I've missed the casually destructive banter, you know. Really puts everything into perspective."