He liked it when Lisa smiled; even if it was slightly forced.  She also let him get away with tons of stuff, sweeping things under the rug where they were left to die.  Hopefully.  One time he left his magazine lying around in the living room; sort of embarrassing.  It was promptly thrown away [by whom, who knows], but never discussed.  Sam discovered that night he didn't like alcohol.  It was not his choice of a coping tool for life, he only tried it that night to experience it.  One time, Samuel had come home drunk.  He had remembered there was a certain type of tea to brew that would sober him up; have you ever watched a drunk trying to make tea?  It didn't help him, and he wound up leaving a mess.  It was cleaned up the next day, but no discussions whatsoever from Lisa.<br/><br/>At least not immediately.  The arguments must have been an outpouring of these piled up transgressions of Samuel.  He was still not sure what happened to the shower head he broke; he felt bad telling Lisa, so he didn't.  And she didn't bring it up.  Shortly, there was a new shower head.  (He couldn't help it that the old one wouldn't spray the water out where it was supposed to; but he decided to live with the new one, even if it wasn't perfect.)<br/><br/>He had only been living with Lisa for a couple of years, but he had probably been in the way of her life more than any other person.  For most people, though, "living together" brought very negative connotations.  Not so here; though he was probably in the way more than most, the two story house provided enough places for him to run and hide when need be.<br/><br/>"Well, okay â€¦ all right, Lisa â€¦ I mean â€¦ let's â€¦"  It was a risk; it was a bigger compromise then he was willing to give, but it might make everybody happy.  He wasn't sure exactly what it meant, whether things would go right or not, or what it meant.<br/><br/>He cut himself a piece of sausage, gave a grin to Lisa as if approving, and continued chewing.  Swallowing his second bite, Samuel cleared his throat:<br/><br/>"Maybe we can â€¦ I mean â€¦ let's tell the police to bring a picture of the person here.  I'll do the session with you and only with you here in the house.  You know, when we're ready, it doesn't have to be today.  Or, maybe we â€¦ you know â€¦ could go somewhere else â€¦"  He left the place of the location open ended but continued, "I'd like to wear my good shirt and vest for this session if it's okay with you.  If we decide to go to another location.  No restraints, please.  god, I can't stand it, you'd think I needed a straight jacket!"<br/><br/>"You know â€¦ and in exchange â€¦ you know â€¦ I know you need this job as much as me, Lisa.  So â€¦ you know what I mean â€¦ sorry, I meant to say â€¦ I'll â€¦ " Now that it was time to say it, he had a hard time bringing himself to open up this sacred ground.  His eyes were just drying from his previous cry session, he did not want to lose it.  "I'll answer three questions of yours, as completely as I can.  Any three questions."  He was originally going to say he would do anything, but realized he had to limit himself lest she reject him.<br/><br/>Samuel knew what he had recommended:  a session somewhere other than the police station with no restraints and in exchange, he'd give up a part of himself to her â€¦ to test the waters â€¦ to see where that would take him.<br/><br/>He left the toast on his plate; taking the maple syrup in his hand, he dropped a very small amount on it.  "After all, Lisa.  I really only need a picture of the person I need to find out about.  And you, for the hypnotism part."