He knew he shouldn't be jealous. But he was. He wanted to be the guy you were talking to. He wanted to be the one subtly touching your arm. He wanted that. Though he knew he shouldn't. You were friends. Nothing more.

But watching you sit at the bar with that... pig of a man was just setting him off. That guy wouldn't treat you right. But Sam would. Why wouldn't you just look at Sam? Was he not attractive enough? Was he just forever doomed to the friend zone?

He knew he shouldn't do it. Even the look his older brother was giving him was a silent no. But he couldn't take it any longer. He didn't want you to know about his feelings. But he also didn't want you talking with this random douche bag anymore.

So, Sam abruptly stood from his chair and hurried through the Roadhouse and toward the bar to tell this guy to back off...