Each movement that Amory did Sam wanted to know its feel. He wanted to be the one that adjusted his coat to keep him warm. His fingers itched to be the ones to fix Amory's hair as he tried to straiten it. He felt bad for doing what he did but it was the only way he could see that would get Amory to flee the city and go somewhere he could protect him. by now he knew that there was no way he could do as he had been hired to now. all thoughts of this little bird dead in a pool of blood sent shivers up his back. For the rest of the walk to Amory's home Sam made sure to always keep him in sight but far enough back that the sounds of his footsteps would not be heard. it would be bad if Amory guessed he was being tailed still.

As they reached the building that he lived in Sam counted out the windows to find where Amory's was. he had known the lay out of the place, he had been there earlier in the day and found that his room was on the back side where the fire escape was. moving quickly now Sam slipped up the fire escape and perched just out of view so he could watch Amory pack. but as the time passed he not only did not pack he seemed to become determined not to leave. Sam's hand ached in sympathy of Amory's own when he punched the table. Sam watched as tears, yet not of pain, quivered on the edge of Amory's eyes never to fall. The pain pulled at Sam's heart, his eyes drawing echoing tears. Blinking he rubbed the tears away from his eyes, he could not let this get to him.

Sam wanted to scream, to howl, to grab Amory and shake him a good one when he read the words 'I can't leave' on his lips. leaning back on the bricks of the wall between the fire escape stairs and Amory's apartment Sam tried to control his anger. it had been years since he had felt this much, let alone for some one he had just met. why did Amory effect him so, why did he want this man.

The last time he had felt anything for another human being had been near the beginning of his training and that had been another man who had been his 'partner'. Sam had liked the man who had been a bit older then him. Shaking his head Sam tried to drive away those memory's yet they seemed to know want to leave him. Valnetino "Fate" Delacroix, had been a genital man, one that you would not think wanted to kill but he did, and he did a damn fine job of it too. they had had one night in bed and then they had realized that they never could be together again. It was months later when last he had seen Fate and they had been at each others knife point. they had both been hired to kill the same man. Sam had killed the employer in the end for the betrayal of trying to avoid paying the full price of the kill.

Beating his hand on the wall Sam let the tears fall for the lose of all that he had wanted, all that his make wanted but never would get if the Don had his way about it. The threatening rain seemed to answer his pain as the skies opened up and buckets of rain fell down. shivering Sam sat there in the rain trying to let all the feelings and memory's wash away with the rain that soaked him to the skin. every single one of his knives visible through the thin white shirt Sams face turned up eyes closed.

After a time Sam slowly pushed open the window and slipped in, his wet jacket hiding the white of his shirt as he slowly walked over to where Amory was laying on the couch. The part of him that had been trained for years to be the killer screamed for him to do the job and just get out, but the part that had fallen for the song birds beautiful voice was stronger this time. kneeling near Amorys head Sam bowed his head sicked by what he was about to do. "Do you want Don Giuseppe dead?" his voice was soft and low. the only way he could get out of killing Amory now was to take a job to kill the Don. But to openly approached some one to give you a job to kill you employ was against the code. "it is he that has hired the killer, do you want him dead?"