Well.

That wasn't exactly what Samuel Barlow had been expecting.

But, after one more cursory glance at the boy's body, he has to admit it doesn't surprise him much.

"Ain't... ain't wanted in Texas," he murmurs, blinking once. A quiet laugh escapes, and he buries his shaking head into a hand, rubbing at his eyes.

When he's finished, he sets his chin in the palm of his hand, and watches the young man quietly for a spell, a dull sort of amusement in his eyes.

"I'm not really one to ask... but, the things you've done before. Son, you get them outta your system yet?"

How Jay answers is very, very important.