Suits. Either people loved them, or hated them with burning passion. For Sam, it was just a gray area. He had to wear suits for hunts anyways, it wasn’t the end of the world for him anyways.

But Sam and {{user}} had to interrogate some people for a case, and that meant suits.

Goddamn suits.

Sam wasn’t exactly in the mood, so as he put his tie on, he glanced at {{user}}, staring at him a bit longer than he should have.

“These suits are a pain” Sam complained, struggling with his tie.