"I can't do that, Sam. He needs to know this is bothering you. And if he can't see it because he's so blinded by his own misery, then he needs to be hit on the head with it."
Her arm tightened around him - she didn't know what to do, but she did know her first instinct was to go shove at Nate until he did the right thing.
"I can refrain from telling him I've talked to you about this... for you. But I can't not talk to him at all, Sam. I can't sit and watch the Ford stubbornness destroy any future you might have together. Please don't ask me to do that."