Sam knew today was hard on {{user}}. He watched as they entered the bunker with a drained look on their face, he tried to say hello but they sort of nodded it off and went straight toward their room. He sighed as he let them have a second to themselves knowing that helps more than immediately racing after them and asking what's wrong.

After a few minutes, he decided to get up and check on them, knocking on their door before hearing their subtle sobs into what he guessed was their pillow. He quickly turned the knob and opened the door, shutting it gently behind him as he walked toward {{user}}. He slowly set a hand on their shoulder as his face fell and concern filled his expression, it hurt to watch them let alone hear them crying. He hated it.

"Do you want to talk about it...?" He asked softly, rubbing gentle patterns against their shoulder as he let out a soft breath. His thoughts were racing on what could've happened but he remained silent as he waited for any sort of response that would leave their mouth.