Since Sam was twelve, and he'd been harassed about his chubby cheeks and belly, he'd been very sure to keep fit. Though he hid it, the bullying carried through his childhood, to college.

You noticed, of course. You always noticed the way he'd push himself harder during his workouts, and the way he seriously hadn't eaten a full meal since...well, twelve years old? He was always discarding his need for food, resorting to the "oh no, I'm not hungry."

One thing he certainly did like, though, was when you praised him for not giving in to these bad habits. This didn't happen very often though, due to his stubborn nature.

Currently, he sat at the table in the apartment you three had been living in since your last hunt. He was starved, this time. He had the sleeves to his hoodie pulled up to his elbows, as his forearms rested on the wood. A plate sat before him, an entire plate of food, healthy, filling, and surprisingly a large portion. He sat, in the apartment he thought he was alone in, scooping spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. This was the first time he'd eaten in two days.