Danny drove Sam to her house so she could grab some of her stuff for her stay at Martin's. Martin was silent the whole ride, nervously twisting his hands in his lap. Every so often, Sam would glance at him worridly, but he kept his gaze on the floor. Danny felt it best to keep quiet.
All too soon, Danny pulled up in front of Martin's apartment. Martin slowly got out of the car without a word. Sam looked back at Danny as she followed.
"Thanks," she told him. Danny nodded, gave her one last grin, and drove off. She took a deep breath, then followed Martin inside.
Martin headed straight for the refrigorator. "You want a sandwhich or something?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Sure."
When they had finished eating, Martin stood up and began to put everything away. "No, you go lie down or something. I'll clean up," Sam told him. He looked at her for a minute, then nodded and left the kitchen.
When she was done, she ventured off in search of Martin. She found him standing in front of his living room window. She watched him for a minute, wondering if she should try to talk to him or not. "Well, he's got to talk to someone," she thought. She went over and stood next to him. She looked out the window for a bit, then turned to himl. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"Yeah." He just kept staring out the window. Sam sighed. Ovbiously, he was going to make things difficult.
"If you wanna talk just let me know," she told him.
"I'm fine Samantha," he told her.
"You're anything but fine," Sam mumbled as she turned away from the window and headed back to the kitchen.
"I told you, I'm fine," she heard Martin say. She turned around. He still wouldn't look at her.
"No, you're not. All you'll do is stare out that damn window! You won't even look at me! You're aunt just died, but you never told anyone. Jamie called asking about you after the funeral. She said you wouldn't talk to anybody. You're not okay. You can't keep it all bottled up inside you forever! You've got to talk to someone about it!" She sighed, and walked over to stand next to Martin. "Look, I didn't mean to be angry, but you need to talk to someone," she said softly.
She looked at him and was shocked to see silent tears streaming down his face. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. As she felt his shoulders start to shake, she gently pushed him over to the couch. She sat down next to him and held him, letting him cry on her shoulder. She figured it would be best to try to talk to him later. Eventually, his sobs ceased and him breathing slowed down. She smiled. He looked so cute and peaceful when he was sleeping. She rested her head on his and let herself fall asleep next to him.