"Shh, darling. It's all right. It will all be all right." Barty didn't exactly know how, but he could hope. Take it step by step. For now he helped Sam take his pants off and then he helped him into the shower. He made sure he was leaning properly against the wall before he started the water. It couldn't hurt, at the very least, to allow him to wash. "I won't tell anyone."

And he was going to handle Cheon. Very quickly and very efficiently. He had messed with the wrong cop, sick bastard.

Barty used the shampoo, gently washing Sam's hair for him. "You'll have to call out of work."