Sam has noticed that {{user}} has been drinking, a lot.

Every time a hunt went wrong and he was injured, he drank. Every time something went well, he drank. Sam was growing more concerned.

Sam walked into the Bunker, only to see {{user}} drinking some whiskey as he read a book for a hunt. Sam had to talk to him.

Sam walked to {{user}} and placed his hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“You okay?”