They're what I remember. [ He mumbles that into his glass before taking another drink. ] I remember the names, I remember working for the president, I remember teaching in a classroom.

[ Sam gives Damon a sharp, searching look. ] Friendly. As friendly as the rest of town?

[ His sense of familiarity with Damon is growing. He's getting comfortable. Comfortable enough that speaking in half-code is strange. Sam knuckles his forehead roughly. Why should they have to speak in code at all? ]