He gave him his name. That was good. Sampson wasn't of sound mind to discern if the other was lying to him or not. Even sober and not suffering from blood loss Sam wasn't that kind of detective. He helped them find fire bugs by showing them patterns and causes of the fires. So he didn't know who, let alone what, he was dealing with. All he knew was that he wanted to get out. He wanted to go to a hospital now. So of course standing and moving wasn't the smartest or wisest idea, but the panic and shock had already set in. But he didn't make it very far at all before Furon caught him. His scent overwhelmed Sam's senses, like the best cologne in the world just...him.<br/><br/>He wasn't logical, and he wasn't making sense to himself or anyone else. Sam stared at the other man, their faces inches apart. "N-not safe?" he whispered, his teeth rattling. Against better judgement he pulled Furon closer, seeking heat. "I've lost a lot of blood, and I'm drunk..." he muttered, trying to clear his head. But he wasn't having much luck. Samspon's breath caught and he shuddered in a mix of fear and desire when the other man growled against his throat. Shit. This was bad. This was not a good idea. Sam pulled back some, though his body immediately started to shake with the chills. "I'm...glad I smell good?" He gave him a nervous smile, then leaned again. "You're warm. And this would be a completely inappropriate time for me to say that I'm gay." He pressed his head against Furon's chest, wondering if he'd remember all this.<br/><br/>"Thank you for saving my life," he mumbled, still oblivious to the fact that the other had caused a good portion of his injuries. Cuts, bruises, along with bruised ribs and bite marks. He didn't think dogs had had anything to do with it but the only thing he wanted right now was to be warm. And to sleep. Sleeping probably wasn't wise, but leaning against him like this, surrounded by his warm embrace, Sampson couldn't think of anything else. "M'tired," he mumbled. Holding onto Furon, Sam stepped backwards, pulling him with him. He ended up on his back on the couch, and he yanked on the other's man's arms.<br/><br/>Sam could be rather persistent, even at his weakest points. And the other was warmer than he imagined even a blanket would be. He was also extremely comfortable, and strong. Sam's mind wandered into the gutter and mouthed the other's collarbone, inhaling his scent with a groan. "You smell amazing, too. Handsome." Logic seemed to have completely left him, as well as the panic. For now, it seemed, he'd rather be doing highly inappropriate things when he really ought to be sleeping. In fact it was extremely likely that even if they did anything sexual, Sam was liable to fall asleep. "Probably should go, though. Um, get a blanket?" Okay, not entirely inane, but he was rather close to it.<br/><br/>Sam's head fell back against the couch, looking up at the other, trying to remember. But his vision was blurry, his mind foggy. The other just smelled so good and Furon had told him it wasn't safe outside. There was no point in trying to escape, and having attempted to had left him even weaker still. "Promise you'll take me to a hospital tomorrow?" he mumbled, his fingers curling absently through Furon's hair. Had he had any inkling of what he was, he would have tried to maintain some restraint, though perhaps not given all the circumstances.