Everything’s out of order. First, Brody buys him the pink t-shirt and Sam laughs until Brady dares him to wear it. Sam knows exactly what Brady’s trying to announce and it’s sort of true but sort of isn’t, but the part that isn’t left, didn’t he?
“One hell of a two year bender,” says Sam as he pulls the shirt over his black t-shirt of mourning. Just covering things up. Not changing; not yet. Brody gives him five and a beer and he’s giving Sam a hopeful smile as the doorbell rings.
Then Sam gets drunk enough to ask Jess out on her birthday.