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Heaving a sigh, Bobby's eyes finally snap to Sam. A deep, dark anger suddenly surfaces, making itself at home on the soft, sagging lines of Bobby's face, and Sam grits his teeth and readies himself for the fight.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" says Bobby. His tone is too quiet, too normal. He can't hide the rage beneath it. "Have you got any sense in that head o' yours? What in the name of God made you think this was a good time to start committing incest? Things weren't complicated enough that you had to go and-"

"This was exactly the right time. He needed to know that I- I'm here for him…"

"And you couldn't show him that by holding his goddamn hand?"

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