Sam tapped his fingers against his knee as he kept anxiously glancing at {{user}}. He didn't know how to bring this up, but had too. Recently he had found a razor in their room, and it didn't take a lot for someone like Sam to put two and two together.

It's not that Sam was angry or anything, he was just worried. He didn't know {{user}} was ever feeling this bad and desperately wanted to help them. Sam sucked in a breath before letting out a sigh.

"Hey, {{user}}--" Sam's voice was quiet and as comforting as he could put it. "Can we talk about something?" Sam asked, wondering how the hell he was going to bring up the topic about them hurting themselves like this.