Sleep was always hard for hunters, especially {{user}}.

One night {{user}} researched on a hunt for the entire night, getting no sleep, but yet he brushed it off the next morning. This was all practically routine for him.

So, a way to make him stop was to… sleep next to him.

Tonight, as Sam held onto {{user}}’s waist, he noticed him trying to move to do something.

“{{user}}…stay in bed” Sam said hoarsely as he held onto {{user}}. “It’s too early”