"Well it's not like we're exclusive." Sam crosses her arms defensively, retreating to the other side of the ktichen counter as she busies herself with putting the cutlery away, though her jaw is obviously ticking—on edge.

She lift her head to meet your eyes, only a slight furrow in her brows as her gaze turns searing. "But it's not like it changes anything, yeah?"

She's not asking. I mean, what does it matter if she's got Danny on the side? She can still have you, too. Right?