Sam was crying. Properly crying, with tears streaming down his face. There was a demon singing right outside, that was reason enough to keep from sobbing. Tears, though, he wasn't stopping them. It was almost a relief to feel something as simple as sadness. Loss. Mourning what had long since ceased feeling real to him.

He confessed all the things that the person he had once thought he could be would hate him for. It was a long list. He wished there wasn't a part of him wondering what Matty would have had to add to it. What his father would have to say.

With his memories of a concert that had felt like a turning point, like the best moment of his life, he stepped out of the confessional. Tear tracks were pretty obvious, as were his red-rimmed eyes. He walked up to Harry and said nothing, simply rolled up his sleeve. This was going to be painful.