“Dad,” his voice was strained, jaw set in a way not so unlike his father’s as he stared evenly into his eyes-- Sam was not so little anymore, much to John’s chagrin. “I gotta go... I... I can’t stay here anymore, it’s not good for me. I’m not good at this, and we both know it. I gotta go try somethin’ else, I gotta go to school...” Sam didn’t want to fight. He’d rather try words that were softer first, to explain himself, but he rapidly saw the situation going downhill. John didn’t want him to leave, and he knew it. It pained him to leave his family behind-- all he knew, for his whole life, and he wasn’t sure he’d fit in with ‘normal’ people. But he had to try. Because he didn’t really fit in here either. But he had a chance to try, and Sam wanted to take it.