You had just gotten back from the store with beers and of course pie.

As you stepped inside the motel room, you were met with loud sobs and sniffles.

You immediately set the bags on the counter in the kitchen, rushing to the bathroom with a concerned look before kicking the door open.

There you found Sam; tears pouring down his face from a mental breakdown, “Sam..” you breathed.

You kneeled in front of him, taking him into your arms as you whispered sweet nothings.