Sam didn’t know what to feel.

It’s been years since he’s seen {{user}}.

The last time he saw him, they were being happy little teens, thinking of running away with each other, but that never grew to be because Sam had to move. All from hunting.

Sam gazed at {{user}}, noticing how mature he looks now. He didn’t want the feelings to come back, but they were.

“So…how you’ve been?” Sam asked awkward, staring at {{user}} from across the table of the Bunker.