He does what his brother expects him to do with the money.
He gambles, he flirts, he tips waitresses, he does it all. And he makes sure his little brother sees each dime that passes from his fingertips.
He makes every dollar he spends a grand event.
He doesn't want his Sammy to know that he's stuck the majority of the money in an envelope and taped it to the bottom of the driver seat. He doesn't want his brother to know that he used the napkin that the waitress had written her phone number on to leave him a message.
"Make it count little brother-"
He hopes the water marks from his tears don't show when Sam eventually finds it.
He doesn't want Sam to know how seriously he's taking this all.
He doesn't want Sam to know that every time he sucks in a breath, it kills him because he knows it's one moment less with him.
