"Yeah. I know you are." It wasn't anything new, was it? Everyone had always been scared of him. Scared and fascinated, in case of his parents. Scared and fascinated in case of a lot of people. Not Sam, of course. He was scared and repulsed and the urge to tell him to not be scared was so strong inside him right now. He looked at him on that bench and he wanted to take his fear away. He wanted to take him into his arms and kiss his cheeks and see him smile.

That was normal, wasn't it? People wanted to be happy with the ones they loved.

"I love you." He said it and it felt forlorn and pathetic even to his own ears.