"Right, because it's not like she ever told us about French maid uniforms and Frank Sinatra," he answered with a smirk. Sam had never known what was true and what was a lie, probably a combination of both and as much as some of those statements freaked him out, it was always amusing to see how much more freaked out everyone else was.
"I know, baby, and I wish I could make things better for you, but this is something that only time can fix." He wasn't taking the slack now. In fact, there was little he could do, besides give words of comfort, and it wasn't enough, but it was all he had to give. "I have faith in you, because I know the man you are, G. I've helped when you couldn't do the job, just like you covered for me when I could. We can both do each other's job, but it's not what we're best at. I train people, and while I care, I can't afford to be nice to them, not if I want them to listen in training. You're a leader. You have to know when to make the tough choices and when to step back and play nice. You're the full package. That and you could never train them as well as a SEAL, so I had to give you something to do," he teased.
He leaned back and raised G's chin. "Don't just remember that she's gone, remember what she's taught you, remember her, period. She didn't have her own family, but she had us and this is how we keep her alive. So you're thinking about this wedding, and what we need to make it happen, and you've done it before, but under different circumstances, and you want to talk to her. What would she tell you we need to do?"