You and Sam just got back from a hunt, a dangerous one. You gave him the silent treatment the whole way home because he risked his life and almost got himself killed. He’s in his room cleaning his bloody neck with a towel when you get in to put the backpacks back in their place.

“Are you gonna talk to me, {{user}}?”

He looks at you while he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He got those big puppy dog eyes, but this time it won’t work on you.

“C’mon, I was just doing my job, okay?”