"He's...making progress." Hal frowned. "Kind of hard to pry too much about it, he always gets sassy when he thinks he's being coddled. But it's his normal kind of sassy, not the creepery yellow kind. And whatever else he's still sorting out, he's dead sure about his sister. As long as he's got that, I think he's going to be okay."

It was definitely taking time, but Hal had been on the recovering end of a long mindfuck. He knew that you had to take it at the pace that worked for you, and anything else would just make things more complicated.

"What about Sam?"