"Oh, I think you meant it. That leaves only two options, my boy. Either you are not as broken as you pretended to be for so long or you really, really care about that human." What an interesting possibility the latter one was. "Which option is it?"

He crouched down and, yes, he produced the needle, already threaded, His finger was gentle when it brushed over Raphael's lips.

Sam hissed in sympathy, wishing he could intervene.