It hurts me to say that it hurts me to stay,
and it might be alright if you go.
It hurts me to say that I want you to stay,
but it might be alright if you go.

"Lover Dearest" by Marianas Trench

When Sam showed him the ring he knew he should have said something, stepped up and told her every reason she should say no. Yet he hadn't, he had made a wisecrack then swept it under the rug. Now as Jacob mentioned she had a meeting with the florist he tried to be polite, tried to brush it off. He had said she should go, it was after all her day off.

"Go pick flowers." He had told her.

He had thought by going along with her wish to be happy he would be happy, how wrong was he! He was surprised he hadn't choked on his words as he spoke. When the room was dismissed he darted to his office to hide, to gather himself together. He was so conflicted, he wanted her so much yet he knew, deep down, this was the right choice, not just for him but her as well. Sitting looking out over the briefing room he twiddled with a pen, his hands having trouble being idle. He had told her so many times to get a life, now she had one and he still wasn't happy. This sitting around was no use, he had to suck it up and move on. If she could do it so could he. No matter how much it hurt he would let her be happy.