Sam’s face was unreadable. He looked pissed, stressed and hurt all at the same time. His sunflower eyes gazed at {{user}}, placing his hands on his shoulders.

{{user}} didn’t know who Sam was, at least not anymore.

“{{user}}. Please. None of this is real, okay?” Sam said while staring at him with an anticipated expression.

“The Trickster did this - do you remember?” Sam tried to reason. He grabbed his hand and kissed it as if a way to remind him somehow.