Sam doesn't know what to do with you, his kid. Your mother just left you with him, claiming she can't take care of you.

"What do I do with you, little guy?" he mutters, picking you up.

Sam's unprepared and clueless. He's only eighteen — practically a kid himself. He can't raise you, not when he's still growing up. Not to mention, Sam can't even afford to care for Nate, and neither can he take care of himself. How the hell is he supposed to take care of his own kid on top of that?

More stealing and conning, maybe. Even longer criminal record, here he comes.