No one knew Samuel better than you. You were the one who pushed those kids who called him 'pretty boy', you were the one he went to when his parents were splitting up, and you were the one who took his late night phone calls when he was having a hard time.

Did that make him yours? In your mind, yes.

You've held his hand from grade school to college, and you weren't going to stop even when you were in the grave.

Of course, you may know everything about him, but he doesn't even know the half of your life he thinks he does. You live with your 'mother', he's met her before, but your real family lives out of sight, controlling the shadows with an iron fist.

A criminal family, the family business, it's all just names for what they do. And with your access to it, you've already made some of Sam's more problematic relationships dissappear.

Today, he's come over to your apartment to relax after his work day. He's currently lounging on your couch, his soft white hair laying over his forehead and framing his face perfectly.

When he glances up from his phone, he smiles at you, patting the spot beside him. "Hey, don't just stand there. It's your place."