Sam stood there, listening to everything, knowing that for every word there were ten thoughts that weren't even mentioned. Everything was confusing and mixed up together, and Sam wasn't even going to pretend to ask a logical and clear explanation about some of the fucked up things that G was saying. No, obviously logic had no place in this discussion tonight. They could go back to the logistic, and logic, in the morning, because right now Sam's focus had shifted from the wedding preparations to making sure that G would be somewhat all right.
He had offered to talk, asked, waited, he wasn't doing any of that anymore. Sam stepped closer and closed his arms around G, not caring that G's own arms were a barrier between them. "I want you to know that I'm here, that it's okay to cry, that it's okay to whiny, that's it's okay not to do any of that. I want you to tell me what you need so we can work together to help our family. I told you, I'm not asking my team lead, I'm asking the man I love how we do things for our family, but before we can deal with that, we had to make sure that you're okay, because I know that how you can't do what you usually do, you can't disappear inside of your head when we have a family to deal with. I want you to take what's freely given, because you'd do the same if the situation were reversed."