Jack watched Sam's face a moment before he moved forward, wrapping his arms around Sam, trying not to cry as he pressed his face into Sam's chest. "You know who I am..." he muttered low. Almost as if ignored what Sam said, but the fact that Sam knew he looked different floored him a bit. He was fighting not to cry. Sam was here, Sam knew who he was... it was going to be okay. He hadn't felt okay in months.