Thank the Gods! Vodka hath arrived! Sam poured them two more shots, and slid the glass across the table toward Jasper - still listening throughout all that explanation. Shit, the girl fainted? She must have been driving herself crazy with all of the stress and worry. If he were there, Sam would have sat her down with food and water and not have left until she finished every bite.
At the whole 'she basically admitted to being a slutty slut but said I was special' comment, Sam coughed, setting down the shot glass he was holding. "It really just sounds like a shitty miscommunication," he observed. "You thought that she was only focusing on you, but she was seeing other people. But you can't do anything about that now. What's done is done. And you like Isobel, it sounds like you really do. So when you really like someone, you like them not only at their best but at their worst too. So if you're going to stick by her, then..." He toasted Jasper with his glass. "It sounds like you'd both be a lot happier that way. And you know what? There's no crystal ball to see if it'll work out or not but either you take a chance or you don't. Just remember that those test tubes can't get to you the same way she can, and I think you like that."