Re: Sam/Jenna
Sam didn't care about joking about Hetty anymore or the weather, but his attention was on her and the way she was reacting. He knew this, maybe better than she did. He knew the signs, that need to cry about nothing, trying to keep yourself together before you came undone. This was something he knew how to handle.
"It's not because you're my baby, my first born. I was in love with you from the moment you came into this world and I held you, even before your momma did, and you were so tiny in my arms, but I only had eyes for you. Nothing you do can have it make it hard for me. That's even more true when you're going through everything you are at the moment." He looked up at her. "I know what it's like to feel like you don't belong, like being in the desert and reaching for a rifle is much more comfortable than sitting and having a conversation. Jenna, baby, it's normal, and it takes time. Instinct makes you ignore these feelings push them away, and maybe that will work for you, but it takes time."
He chuckled when she mentioned G again. "It's a lot more complicated than that. Somehow she decided that he was a surrogate dad, and I don't think there is much that can be done to dissuade her now."