"I don't know, Jenna. I'm not sure I know what you see, or what you think you see." Sure, they could all say that it was obvious, but no one saw their darkest secrets, the deepest scars, and as a consequence, they couldn't understand what he and G meant for each other.
"To get used to what exactly? To him as a person?" Sam asked. "I'm not asking you to be friends with him, to sit with him, to be best friends with him, all of that will come with time. I get that. However, I'm asking you to behave like anyone in a family should. I'm telling you that you should have gotten him something because he's practically my husband. We might not have a ring, we might never get married because... well, lots of reasons, but it doesn't make us any less committed." He looked at her. "I still don't see why you couldn't have shown him the respect that he deserves if everything is just fine according to you. Because if there isn't a problem, then you were rude on purpose to hurt him, or me, or both, and I can't imagine that you would do that."
Sam tilted his head. "Or do you need time to get used to the fact that I have a lover? Because I doubt you've had so many problems with your mother dating. Or are we back tot he fact that I'm dating a man? You certainly don't need to get used to the fact that he's not a phase. That's my business and I'm telling you that we might be missing a marriage license, but he is my husband."