Sam watched what Raphael was drawing on the floor and, with a sigh, he simply nodded. Made sense, it wasn't as if he could blame him for that. Of course they were being watched, probably listened to. But Sam had so many questions to ask, so many things he wanted to tell Raphael. Only some of them were about why the fuck he was even alive.

He looked at where Raphael's blood was smudged now, another plan forming in his head. Especially as he glanced towards the ceiling. People often underestimated the height advantage.

"Fine. Be quiet." It made him want to sleep, with the vain hope that Raphael might be able to enter his dreams again. "But that means that I'm not gonna tell you what you've missed on Glee."