It was repulsive and he didn't want to but he knew it would be worse if he didn't do it. His tongue flicked out, tentative and slow, trying to avoid the worst places and trying not to look at Sam. He wasn't lying to himself, he wasn't Sam's guardian, he just kept getting forced into his world. He just wanted to play with him, they wanted to hurt him and now, yeah, he didn't want anyone to touch him but he wasn't protecting him.

He cleaned the top of the boots and hoped that was enough that he'd remove the horrible boot from his mouth. He tasted blood and dirt, some other things he didn't want to think about.