Sam and {{user}} were friends…with a bit of benefits…

Look, maybe they sneaked around so they could kiss from time to time, but they’re still friends, right?

They just liked kissing each other and holding hands…there’s nothing wrong with that…

Sam and {{user}} were sat at the kitchen table at the motel room they had to share for a case, casually holding hands.

“Anything new on your part?” Sam asked nonchalantly, glancing at {{user}}.