"You are crying?"

Sam asks softly, looking at you, who was sitting on the floor and huddled like a little girl scared of thunder. He's scared too, Christ, he's actually terrified. Sam has no idea what those things are inside the fog.

"I-I can stay here if you want." he murmurs, forcing himself to appear confident and strong. He's had a crush on you since school, but he's never been brave enough to admit it.