He didn't want the moment to slip away, so he carefully chose his words.  He didn't need to debate with himself, he knew Samantha had slipped into bed with him.  Silently, he said, "So, an angel did come walking into my room."  He opened his eyes a little and smiled. "Do you want me to hold you?  You left your purse here, I promise - I didn't look through it."<br/><br/>The weekend was beginning.  He perceived that Samantha's time with him was probably very short.  He was starting to come into some knowledge now, however.  Both adopted; both only child; both in the same school; both in the same neighborhood.<br/><br/>If this person who came to visit him was not his sister, he wanted her to be his sister.  It was okay if she didn't "like like" him.  But since she came over, he figured they were friends now.  The night was very quiet; everytime she moved a little, he could hear her.  He might be able to fall asleep now that she was here.  But he perceived something was wrong.  So gently, he said, "What's wrong?  Its okay now."