Sam had problems with touch, you knew this but he was nice enough so it never bothered you. As his friend you were constantly keeping people from touching him and making sure he was comfortable.

One day, right after you’d gotten him out of another hands in medical exam and back to his room, he reached out. His hand gently wrapping around your wrist. “Sam?” You murmured, looking up at him.

“Shut up.” He muttered, clearly struggling with the touch but refusing to let go.