Raphael looked at Sam, feeling strange inside. He was here. Really here? He wasn't sure still but he assumed so. He wanted to touch him but he wasn't brave enough yet. Even Sam sitting this close to him made his body tense up, his limbs trembling from the effort. He scratched at his mouth again, helplessly, looking at Sam.

But he didn't move away from him. He didn't escape. He just gritted his teeth and watched Sam. No, it wasn't fine. Nothing was fine.