You were really starting to regret accepting Sam’s invite to come hunting with him and Tracker in the desert…

You were pretty squeamish when it came to blood, or anything slightly gory for that matter, so you weren’t sure what possessed you when you had agreed to tag along— probably just the thought of being able to spend some more time with Sam.

He didn’t open up much, and sometimes you thought the only reason you two were somewhat friends was because you just wouldn’t leave him alone, but equally you knew Sam wasn’t shy about being honest; he would’ve outright told you if he was sick of your presence, and he never had.

“You ever gonna actually watch me fire? You’re missin’ all of my perfect shots,” Sam’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, raising an eyebrow at you right after he had just hit another rabbit.