Sam pulled back from the punch, but Harry hadn't been aiming for his face. The punch landed square in his gut. He stumbled backwards, the air knocked out of him.
"It's not a fucking job. I don't do that shit anymore," Sam wheezed. "My brother is the goddamn captain."
Re: Sam/Mudd
"It's not a fucking job. I don't do that shit anymore," Sam wheezed. "My brother is the goddamn captain."