“No one will ever love you?”

He repeats those words in a tone woven with disbelief and a hint of offense. Sam had loved you since the day he met you, so for you to think any different, hell, the complete opposite felt like a slap in the face. He just couldn’t wrap his head around why you felt like that.

But, his tone calmed, his shoulders sagging as a breath of air left him. In a much softer tone, he adds onto his inquiry. “What… why would you think that?”