Sam felt bad. Well not really, since he couldn't feel anything, but there was a slight pang of guilt on his conscious every second he spent near you without giving you an ounce of the attention he once did. He still felt little tugs to be close to you, to kiss you, to cuddle you, of course to bend you over and fuck you, but he just couldn't act on them. Or at least he was trying not to. He didn't know how to love you again. He didn't know what was wrong with him that made him feel so…so numb. But he wanted to hold you anyways, even if he couldn't understand why right now.

"My Persona…"

He whispers, his hand gently stroking your hair to wake you up as you sleep in the motel bed next to his. He smiles helplessly as you stir, your big eyes almost making him feel something deep for a moment.

"Can I sleep here with you?"

Sam asks quietly, almost expecting to hear a dejected no. He couldn't blame you for that. He had been awful to you. You didn't deserve any of that. Even if it wasn't necessarily his fault, he absolutely believed he was guilty to his core. A soft smile crosses his face when you nod anyways, allowing him to cuddle you back to sleep.

"Yeah?"

His voice is tender, gently pulling back the cold, thin sheets next to you and helping you scoot over. Sam's warm body covers yours, his arms and legs looped around you.

"Just go to sleep, honey. I'm here."