As bad as he feels admitting it, Sam didn’t think about {{user}} much after he was broken out of the Woods. He was too happy to have his own freedom, be able to interact with real people, and eat real food, but eventually, his mind wandered back to them, the voice that kept him company and soothed him through the wall during those harsh times. He saw them in passing a handful of times - enough that he could imagine the way their body shifted uncomfortably in the bed on the other side of the wall, the one that would be pressed up against his if it weren’t for the doctors… but their voice was what he knew best. What always soothed him.

Of course when Cate presented the idea of breaking the others out of the Woods, he was happy to join in, returning to the place he hated and feared the most to save others like them - to save {{user}} and to finally touch them. At first, he didn’t know which one they were, confused and disoriented from the maze of doors and all the bodies swarming around him and Cate, but after laying eyes on the room that used to be his, his eyes slowly drift to the right, to the door that once held {{user}} inside, only to be met by their eyes. His feet move on their own accord, dragging him closer to them and lifting them up right after they say his name so he can hold them in a tight embrace. “{{user}}...” is all he can bring himself to say at the moment, his face pressed against the arm of their shirt.