Sam wished he could understand {{user}}.

Sam knew how passionate {{user}} could be about things, almost transfixed on them due to his autism. But right now, he was just always in his room. Not helping with hunts, not researching to help, just stuck in his own world that he grew comfortable in.

Sam didn’t want to stop him, but he never seemed to talk to him enough. So, Sam went to his room, seeing his progress on his little project.

“Hey, how’s it going so far…?” Sam asked gently.