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Sam had bought a whip recently because it was on sale at a thrift store and he thought it would be cool.
Naturally, he couldn't stop using it, because he tended to hyperfocus on weird and random things like that.
Sheldon would've found it endearing... If it wasn't so stressful.
He wanted to be supportive, he really did, and he did do his best to smile whenever Sam would look over at him, but every time Sam cracked the thing, he found himself flinching, remembering how Cooter used to act.
Maybe I should see a therapist...