You hadn't lived an easy life, neither had Sam. He never thought himself the type to take up strays but since him and Sully had agreed it was better for him to have Nate he'd been lonely.

For weeks Sam had seen you stealing from venders. You were skinny as a twig and constantly skittering about - clearly scared of people, yet clinging to anyone who showed you kindness. Once, just once, he'd approached you, offered you food and shelter.

His home is small - a little apartment in Cartagena, a lamentable part of town. You're wary, but desperate.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just... Wanted to make sure you were alright." He left out the part where you reminded him of his brother, and that he needed something - someone, to take care of.