Sam took a moment to look at Kanuna. Really look at him. He couldn't help but notice the tangled hair, the slightly dirty hands, the frayed edges to his clothes and everything about him which screamed to Sam that he'd been living rough, that he'd been homeless and he knew without the other man saying a word that it was because of what he'd done.
All this time Kanuna had been close but just out of reach and he hadn't come forward, hadn't tried to help, hadn't- Sam took a slow calming breath as he flexed his hands at his side, restless and unsettled.
"No, you don't get to do that," Sam said with a shake of his head. "You don't get to come here, drop this on me and just leave." He needed time, to sort through everything and just figure out where he was mentally, emotionally and in every other way. He rubbed a hand over his face and shifted to actually shut the door so it was no longer wide open. "I just- I need," Hell he didn't even know what he needed.