Nick nods at that. Not that he will ever admit it out loud, but hearing Sam's words is equivalent to receiving a reassuring embrace - the sort Luke would give him when times are hard.

Nick moves to put the dish in the sink, but not before catching that smirk from the other man. "Well, damn," he manages with a smirk of his own, "guess I'm screwed then."

He finishes washing up his bowl and spoon and sets them to dry. He then looks down at the sink, scratching the back of his neck. "Hey, Sam?"

Nick can't count how many times he's already thanked Sam in his head, but he says it again as he turns his head to the man with a smile.

"Thanks for not givin' up on me." Words that he has said to Clementine before when she helped him out. He never would've thought he'd be able to say that a second time to someone else.