"It does matter," he said quietly yet sharply. "Because I wouldn't feel like you'd just been stringing me along to stall. I wouldn't feel like I'd been lied to and that you'd been pretending that everything was fine. Yeah, they were good but I feel lied to and patronized. And don't even tell me you wouldn't feel the same way if I said I'd been feeling this for weeks and never whispered a word of it to you. If you'd had to find out later."

He couldn't help feeling like that. Sam stepped forward again and stopped in front of his bag. "You were honest with me. And I'm allowed to be hurt by your honesty. Because I am. I'm freaking devastated right now. Because yes, you have made my decisions. You just said I'd never move from Seattle to be with you. But you don't know that. I can't do it now but the future is something we both don't know about. But you think you do. So, is this where it ends, Natalie?"