Sam looked down but he's grateful for the hug and clings to the bigger, well more muscular, Swede.

"Davy's...." Sam glanced back at the door to the balcony. "..He's having a hard time." What else could he say to Sven? "I don't know."

Sam had seen Davy upset but the way he was standing on the balcony, silent, starting, arms wrapped around himself was unnerving to the drummer.