No energy for argument. No energy for little more than curling against his companion in the night, comforted by his warmth and the smell of him. He only wish that his sleep had been as soothing as Sam's presence felt, though he could not honestly remember repeatedly waking up. He would not put it past himself, though.

"I think so," he nodded, leaning forward on his elbows and letting out a heavy sigh. "I have new memories, Sam. At least three years worth. I slept a single night, and yet I know - I know I'm thirty now. My birthday came and went and I'm thirty."