"I don't blame him. He's got balls of steel going to Martyn and opening up about all of this. The memories----must be like living fucking nightmares."

Sven couldn't even imagine what the boy was going through but wanted to help. Just be there for him. What else could he do? Poor Sam must have nightmares over the bastard who assaulted Davy too.

"Can I see him? Does he want my company because I just want to be close to him right now."