“What are you doing?” Sam says sitting on your bed as he watches you start to take your shirt off.

“Changing? The fuck do you think I’m doing?” You snap back “we just got back from a mission I’d like to be a bit more clean.”

Sam just scoffs and watches you take your suit off and put some more comfortable clothes. Yet- as he watches your back he sees all the bruises and scars that was left from past missions and trauma.

Sam looks away and down at your bedroom trying to not make it awkward.