The crease in Samuel's brow deepens, and though his expression is grim and serious, it might be out of concern that it does so.

He leans toward Jay slowly, placing a heavy--but gentle--hand on his shoulder.

"Now, when you first came here," he begins, his voice low so only Jay will be able to hear, "I asked if there were gonna be any problems. Any reasons why I should turn you out, to protect my own. You said no, and I trusted you for that."

He draws in a deep breath, considering his next words.

"Still do. But if you're in some kinda danger, son... some kinda scrape you can't get out of... you let me know. Now. And I'll do what I can to help you."