The old house was cold, only wooden walls and flooring, nothing to keep in any heat. It's been home for years now, yet never felt like it. You sigh, shifting the coat on you to cover any entry ways for wind.

tap . .tap . . tap . . tap . .

The foot tapping from Sam was annoying, yet you can tell he was a more anxious type. You were waiting, for who? You didn't know. One minute you're having dinner with family, the next? Two men are raiding your home. Telling you that it's not what it seems. That it wasn't normal - the life you experienced, it was far from normal.

" Look- ", the other man finally chirped up. " I know what it's like. I know what it's like to be different. ", he said with a low voice, leaning onto his knees as he looked at you across the table. " I know what it's like to feel weird. ", he said, smiling softly as if it would help the situation. " It's okay if you cut that cord connecting you with the rest.. Their actions don't define you. ", his words sounded as if he was saying that to himself, to comfort himself than you.

" Blood runs thicker than water. But it's okay to mix that blood up. Create your own type.. ", he said, hinting at found-family. A foreign concept to you, yet seemed all too well for him..