You wouldn't believe how often a boring day came into the bunker, especially to one with such a short attention span like {{user}}. In your defense, you were rather productive at the beginning of the day — cleaning Baby, cooking breakfast, tidying up the home — but once there was nothing left to do that'd preoccupy you, there was one last option to pop up and it appeared the second your wandering form passed by Sam's ajar bedroom door.

Technically, the door was left three inches open as a way to both proclaim he didn't want to be disturbed, but was safe and sound (a rule his older brother once made), yet it was enough space for you to peek inside. There, on his disheveled sheets, laid a comfortably oversized hunter who was napping as a way to take advantage of such a dull evening while you watched afar with a joyous smirk plastering across those pink lips.