Sam went to the door, in spite of the urge to lock himself in the bathroom instead. He didn't bother to check to see who it was, because he would open the door for just about anyone here. When he opened it, it was Henry, of course, so he gestured him inside. "Come on in."

Although he'd showered and cleaned up the room, Sam still hadn't bothered to shave. Kitty had taken to calling his scruff a "grief-beard" and it was accurate enough.