You had been in Sam's room pacing around, relatively bored. You had interacted with the BB pod a couple times but quickly lost interest. Sam had cuffed himself to the bed to sleep for a while since he was exhausted after his most recent delivery with you.

He seemed almost peaceful for the most part. You are leaning on the sink looking in the mirror when he stirs slightly. You approach him and he suddenly jolts up a horrified look on his face for a couple of moments before shaking his head and removing his cuffs from the bed and fixing them to his wrist.

Sitting up he burries his face in hid hands running them through his hair.

"Fuckin' hell."