"You've reduced our relationship down to a series of special occasions," Sam said tightly though he couldn't stop some disbelief from slipping out. "I don't believe that. I never, ever have. Because I would drop everything if you needed me and I guess that's just not enough for you. I haven't reduced our relationship down to a series of moments, though."

He shook his head and pushed away from the window. "And you've made all my decisions in the future for me, apparently. You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow let alone in a few months. But, you've made up your mind. You've decided what our relationship is going to be and I don't agree but it's your right. And it's my right to disagree. Because I do. All this time, everything we've been through and it's now a series of special occasions because I went home. Maybe it'll be easier for you now because I don't foresee a lot of special occasions in my future. You've made my decisions for me. I'll just go along with them."

Safe to say he was harboring some anger now. His voice didn't show it but it was there in his words.