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Laurel sat on Sam's bed while he explained the whole "hunting" thing. "So... you kill monsters?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Oh, wow."

"You think I'm crazy don't you?"

"No, because I was a vigilante."

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

Her phone buzzed. Roy was calling her. "Laurel?" His voice sounded calm.

"Yeah?"

"I have something to tell you."

"You're okay right?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"Well, I never had the courage to say this."

"What?"

"I like you."

"That's what friends do. They like each other."

"No, not like that."

"Then like what?"

"I have feelings for you."

That surprised her. "Wait... what?"

She heard Roy sigh. "Yeah, I wanted to tell you before you left, because I thought that if you knew you'd stay."

"Damn." She said in response. "Roy, I'm sorry."

He gave a soft laugh. "It's okay." He sighed. "If you ever need any help, let me know."

"Noted." She murmured. "Thank you Roy."

"You're welcome." Her phone beeped.

Sam was looking at her, his eyebrows raised. "It's nothing." She said, reading his look.

"I'm not saying anything." Sam responded.

"Can I help you with hunting?"

"What?"

"I mean, you're doing this alone, and you told me it's dangerous." Laurel said. "I want to help."

"I can't put you in that kind of danger."

"I don't care."

Sam heaved a sigh. "Fine." She smiled at him.

"Where's your brother?"

"I don't know..." Sam said, and he looked like he didn't want to talk about it.

"I won't press." Laurel said.

"Thank you."