Sampson was rather consumed with guilt. He didn't know what to do, or how to set things straight. Time was pretty much the best option at this point. Silent, subdued, Sam waited for Ryan to take him home, then got out and grabbed his bag. He didn't apologize. A verbal apology didn't seem like it was enough for such a sweet and kind man that he was hurting with his own fucked up bullshit. He met his eyes, then lowered them. "Yeah, see you around." Then he turned and went back inside into his house. Of course Sampson ended up thoroughly wasted on his Saturday, but he did stay indoors.<br/><br/>Sunday was spent with a massive hangover, and also learning Ryan's work schedule discreetly. He went back to work on Monday, which helped his mindset. He was able to get back into the swing of things pretty quickly, much to his own relief. He didn't call Ryan for the majority of the week, until Thursday when he caught him on his break. "Hey, Ryan? It's Sampson. Hey...look, I wanted to try again. With you. I was an ass, and you didn't deserve the way things went. I'd like to apologize to you."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai huffed quietly but somewhat admired the other's lack of being a whore or prostitute, unlike himself. "Hmm. Mkay," he said, not arguing. There wasn't much room to argue. The other was bigger and likely stronger and certainly more durable than he was and yeah, he had a point. The poor incubus was practically unconscious by the time they made it to the surface. The sights and smells overwhelmed his senses but they were quite a relief. "Um. This isn't LA," he mumbled, but Kane had completely covered him head to toe so his otherworldly features were hidden. When they entered the club, his eyes immediately started to glow again and he shut his eyes tight. He had no choice but to trust the other, which he did simply because Kane had physically dragged him out of Hell.<br/><br/>When they got to the observation room, Rai groaned against Kane's neck at the rush of energy that flowed straight through him. He absorbed it, feeding on the others in the other room. He tried not to kill them, and he managed to keep himself from doing so. They merely passed out from assumed over exertion, and the energy of them both was enough to heal most of Rai's wounds. Some of the breaks were being persistent, but all the cuts, marks, bruises and punctures had sealed up. "Thanks," he mumbled, still too tired to really do anything but stay bundled in his arms. "Where are we anyway?"