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Sam Ford (treated) wrote in utr_logs,

Crap. Now he had to start talking. "Okay. So." There were a lot of things Sam wanted to say, and he didn't know where he was going to start. He couldn't quite start with himself, though. "This whole.. thing.." he gestured at the two of them. "It's getting really. Insane." He was clearly flustered. And this really had been bothering him. He wasn't just stalling.

"I know you aren't the same Nate and Sophie I grew up with, and I know you have different memories.. I just. I wish you guys could see how perfect you are together." It was worse than when his mom had left, really. He'd been younger then, and it had been quick. This was just so frustrating to watch. "And don't tell me it's complicated," he mainly directed that one line at Sophie. It sounded like a Sophie thing to say. "I know it's complicated and I'm not asking you to start making out right now or anything." He was pacing again, looking back and forth between the two of them. "You're both damaged and crazy and I get that, but this whole 'I'm waiting for him to make the first move,'" he said, high-pitched and Britishy, "'I'm waiting for her to make the first move'" Lower-pitched and surprisingly Nate-like, "is ridiculous and juvenile and you both need to just. Get over yourselves."

He took a deep breath. That was more speechy than he'd intended it. "I mean that in the nicest way possible."