As Will finishes with Jax, Sweeney closes the distance. The man's question is answered by a wide grin and hearty, one-armed squeeze around the shoulders.

"Aye, Pup. You did." It's such a warm feeling, and Sweeney isn't sure what to do with it. Still gripping Will, he turns back enough to survey the façade with a squint, as if he's never seen it before.

"So why don't ya come in an' show me 'round the rest'a the house."

Sweeney hasn't looked it over; texting Will was the first thing he'd done. The only other was feeding Jax before he sat to wait. It's not his house after all. It's weird enough when it's the one room; no way he's wandering the place without proper invitation.