"Did I give you the impression somewhere that there were limits to what I'd do for you, Sammy?" He asked gently, hands moving on his brother's back again.

It sure as hell wouldn't be easy, but it was the only option that he'd managed to come up with since they bolted from Palo Alto that sounded like it might have a chance of working. At this point, he'd take anything that sounded like something that would make Sam happy again.