Sam hadn't a speck of doubt to consider when it came to everyone's resolve, here--nor the ability to get the job done right. Hopefully this would be last time he could say those words in regard to this particular happening. The very... last... time. Max... Max would be okay. Everything would be okay, no matter the ugliness of this case and the one that preceded it.
Basically, he's blindling hoping the freelance police's insane luck to duck damning consequences lasts; even with the power they possess now thanks to their friends... well, you never know.
A statement even more correct by what what he was about to do. What he may or may not find within Max's cranium.
"Ah-- I... I'd question if you're truly certain with that course of action, Jaembo, but I most likely needn't waste the fetid dog breath." Sam peered down at the much smaller Jae upon her determination.
Honestly, if worse-case-scenario did occur, at least he'd have her protection and the ability to tame any kind of potential infection up there. As for everyone else... Sam once again spared a gander back upwards. Bitz, Zammy, Chorizo...
"We'll be back just in time for our Houdini act that would... honestly fetch us millions in Vegas if we wanted. But... thank you. Really, thank you all. I know Max would be thanking you too if he possessed the vocal ability at the moment."
There's a slow, obviously weighted breath... but a grateful smile to counteract it. He'll be honest, he definitely would be blubbering again by this point if he wasn't making an active effort not to... It's just... a lot. This situation, the trauma that boiled over due to it, having to rely on others so heftily... and actually having those friends to heftily rely on in the first place. Although judging by certain... words spoken, actions taken... they may be past those kinds of casual descriptors.
Once again, though... Sam would have to turn back towards that lava-lamp-like tubing, and, with Jae by his side, he'd hop within it to ride it upwards. Max's brain... Hopefully it wasn't compromised, even in the slightest.
Upon their forced ejection upon arrival... Sam had admittedly shut his eyes tightly. Part of him didn't even WANT to see if it had been gooped to high heaven. Max had been acting normal all the way up to this point, of course... but even then, he had that tumor before and he was acting fine then, too.
But... of course... he would eventually have to open them. To reveal what had or hadn't been done to the sanctity of his husband's head. And upon a hesitant parting of lids...?
...It appeared perfectly sound. The rather lovely lounging area was completely intact. Moody fireplace nicely lit, two Max spores playing what, uh, appeared to be some form of rock, paper, scissors with the complete lack of hands to do so, the record player and all of Max's novels in perfect order, the television and radio... and what Sam remembered as the corner of death that once housed a tumor? Completely clean.
"Oh... oh, thank..." Sam couldn't even finish the questionable simile that might have been uttered, he was so relieved. Choked up, even.
However, that wasn't all Sam desired from up here--he'd admittedly stared at that particular white door in the back... But... he'd once again have to swallow quite thickly to avoid what would be a perfectly valid cry, given the circumstances. After all... he still had yet to give Jae the grand tour.
"Max's brain is... a little more polished than you'd think, huh, sweetie...?" Sam shakily laughed, taking a few steps forward into the room proper. "He wanted to be a good host for his bacteria. I'm... really happy it's clean up here this time, though. Last time I was here, this was how I found out Max not only had a tumor, but... it got infected by that same ooze. That's how I... y-you know..."
...Lost him. The first time.