Joe's asleep at the table when Sam arrives; he wakes to his brother scrubbing up in the kitchen. "Larry hates it when I come home bloody," Sam smiles, and pretends he can't hear Joseph asking, over and over, if Sam did it. He spins out a whole long, scary story about how he took her to Little Tauron and ordered her into this abandoned restaurant and then chased her through there with the knives, and he's taking his time drying his hands and lighting a cigarette and the whole time Joe's begging, over and over, to just hear the words. "You killed her in the kitchen?" Tauron Rule #143: "That stuff they spray at crime scenes can't tell the difference between animal blood and human blood." Joe's eyes bug out and he nearly loses it and finally Sam says he's just kidding, and is frakking around with Joe for bugging him all day and jerking him around on business.
"Was that sarcastic?" Joe chokes, and his stress level is so very high, understandably so, that it's totally hilarious, like, Sam-playing-Sam can literally go, "I am lying to your face" and Joe's still like, "Are you lying about lying about lying?!" Sam sits down and grins and finally reminds him that he doesn't turn off his phone, because actual people besides his bipolar insane brother might be calling, so yeah, he got all like 60 texts and calls, and he didn't kill her. Though he did scare her, which he noted is nothing new for her because of how she's constantly getting bottles thrown at her and riots everywhere she goes, and Sam's like, ultimately he knew Joe wouldn't go through with it because he is a, quote, "frakking Caprican in a Tauron body," and then there's this really adorable, really real physical beat where Sam snatches Joe's beer out of his hand and slugs it, and Joe grins at him like "Aww" and Sam's like "What?" Like, that's what brothers do. Fuck with you for putting hits on people, and then they jack your beer. So cute!