Bad habits were inevitable.

Sam always bit his nails in any stressful situation. But…whenever {{user}} was around, he never did it. He never felt stress around him. He felt…comforted by his presence.

But today, they had a failed hunt, and that just made him upset and anxious.

Sam was sat on one of the beds of the motel room, biting his nails as he stared at the ceiling.

{{user}} was talking about the case while Sam zoned out before he faced him.

“Hm?”