In Chap­ter 201 of “All the Col­ors of the Dark,” Sam­my express­es dis­dain for the guard who con­fis­cat­ed a round of Beau­fort d’Été, lament­ing that the first casu­al­ty in such a place is the palate. The con­ver­sa­tion shifts to Sam­my’s art, where he notes that his piece, *Grace Num­ber One*, might sell for sev­en fig­ures. Patch remains detached, know­ing that Char­lotte will be well tak­en care of by Misty and her grand­moth­er. When asked about Char­lotte, Sam­my reveals she has resumed paint­ing, albeit casu­al­ly, and may have wast­ed a few can­vas­es in the process, which momen­tar­i­ly bright­ens Patch’s mood.

Sam­my offers to cov­er the tab, but Patch requests a favor. He seeks a spe­cif­ic box in the attic of the Mad House, con­tain­ing his child­hood belong­ings, includ­ing a June 1965 issue of *Play­boy*. Sam­my attempts to boast about his own col­lec­tion, but Patch cuts him off. Their con­ver­sa­tion takes a somber turn when Sam­my reveals that Nor­ma has died that morn­ing. This brings a moment of qui­et reflec­tion, and Patch instructs Sam­my to relay a sim­ple mes­sage to her, a task Sam­my read­i­ly agrees to.

As they sit, Patch observes a lit­tle girl draw­ing with crayons, the vivid­ness of her col­ors con­trast­ing their heavy exchange. Sam­my stands to leave, and Patch notes that despite Sam­my’s numer­ous trips claim­ing busi­ness, he nev­er ven­tured to the lost acres of their past. Patch recalls how dur­ing the arraign­ment, Sam­my remained steady, sip­ping from a flask while Patch’s hands trem­bled. They often com­mu­ni­cat­ed through short quotes, main­ly from Oscar Wilde, and post­cards that reflect­ed shades from Patch’s artwork—small ges­tures that held deep mean­ing.

Though Sam­my has been present, he nev­er asked Patch to explain his actions, choos­ing instead to respect his silence and implied under­stand­ing. Sam­my, adjust­ing his hat and sink­ing deep­er into his blaz­er, affirms that he nev­er need­ed to know. Their bond is one of unspo­ken cama­raderie, forged through shared expe­ri­ences and qui­et moments that tran­scend the need for words.