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'Sodding fairy,' Gene mutters.
'What, for thinking a little bit of sympathy might get us somewhere? We need Edith to trust us, Guv!'
Grimacing, Gene punches him to shut him up, Ray laughing, Chris wincing, Sam spitting out a mouthful of blood. Burying his bitterness, Sam does his job. Afterwards, Gene's not just some trouble that Sam can just drink away.
He must have a switch: lights on, he's treating Sam like shit in order to support the status quo. Lights out, he's a different man completely, cherishing Sam with actions, with words.
Sam, for some reason, lets it be.