Sam could notice the stress of {{user}}’s face in an instant.

{{user}} absolutely hated messes with a burning passion. Every time there was a small mess, he’d immediately clean it. Even if it was broken glass.

While Sam was working on the hunt, he decided to talk to {{user}}. But it clearly wasn’t the right time.

He heard a crash in his room before running to him. He immediately saw his distressed look as he sat and stared at the mess.

“Hey- hey, it’s okay-,”