Damien: I-I'm such an idiot...
Sam: . . -he rests his head on his knees, hiding his face- -he's . . Glowing with heat?? He looks very mad-
Damien looks up
Damien: I-what...what are you...?
Sam: I already told you before. -he's not looking at you-
Damien falls back and holds up his hands
Damien: Hey-don't-
Sam: don't what?? -he looks at you confused, and he stops glowing-
Damien breathes a sigh of relief and stands up, brushing himself off
Damien:...you should go. Get far, far away from this town and lay low.
Sam: I can't. If I do my mom would kill me, literaly. If not that something worse. -he twitches-
Damien: I-shit...
He runs a hand through his hair
Damien: How good are you in a fight?
Sam: it depend on who it is, or where we are.
