He looked back toward her, a disbelieving look plastered onto his face. "How much time do they need? They've been out for a while and, yeah maybe it sounds immature or childish or whatever, but I'm tired of waiting every second to find out why they're so..." Different. They weren't the same people that he had known before. Not entirely. But then again, neither was he.
Shaking his head, Sam rubbed at the side of his face and sighed. "I know you're right. That it's gonna take time. I'm just worried, that's all."