“You’re rambling…again.”

Sam pointed out to {{user}} fondly, sitting across from him in the Men of Letters’ bunker.

Despite how Sam acts around {{user}} rambling for the umpteenth time, he finds it comforting, in a way.

With the stress of the hunts, {{user}} still had the time to ramble about the things he loved or hated.

He couldn’t help but find it endearing and really sweet.

Plus, it’s a good distraction for his stressed out head.