“You sure you’re ok?” you asked. “When was the last time you slept?” You reached your hand out to brush the hair from Sam’s tired eyes, but he flinched away from your touch, taking a few steps back.

“I think you should just keep your distance from me, Y/N,” he said, continuing to back away. You took a step towards him but stopped when he held his hand out. “Just–stay away from me.”

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