Sam took Stevie's hand and looked at it for a few moments before reaching over to his other side and turning off the shower. There was so much going through his mind, so much he had to worry about, but at least he didn't have to fear Stevie being hurt, or angry. He wrapped both of his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. He could not help but to cry, nor was he ashamed about it. No one should have to go through what they were going through. He needed her support just as much as she needed his. "We need to find some way to control this, Stevie. Just...losing control of my body like that is..terrifying. What if next time we end up killing someone? I'm, just...I'm afraid."