For the record, Steve Webber is a total doorknob. And his skin is orange and he’s a terrible boyfriend and I basically have no use for him most days. So you can understand exactly how insulting it is when I say that today, he totally schooled Jason on how to treat your significant other with respect:
STEVE: You’ve have to tell Sam!
JASON: I can’t tell Sam about the baby–
STEVE: It is one thing withholding the information while you’re still investigating, but you know the truth now.
JASON: The truth is that Sam’s child was kidnapped by a woman who hates her. And I don’t want to put Sam through that. It’s better to wait. I’ll tell Sam about her son when he’s safe. […]
STEVE: You, of all people, know her better than anyone else. And do you really think she’d want you to protect her right now? What if something awful happens? Don’t you think she deserves to know that her son survived and that he had a few good months with a woman who made sure he was loved? Sam needs to know the truth.
Gee, you think? I mean, it’s not like a freaking Private Investigator could maybe help with the search in any way. Also: SCREW YOU, JASON. This isn’t about you getting to play the hero and it’s not about Sam never feeling sad again. It’s her child and she gets to be worried and scared about him! That’s her right.
(Hey, remember that time Sam withheld a painful truth from Jason for a few days while processing the fact that she might have been raped and hoping that she might be able to give him good news instead of bad? And he thought that was an unforgivable breach of trust and was basically furious about it because it wasn’t her choice to make? Good times.)
I will, however, treasure the memory of Sam threatening to beat the truth out of Spinelli for the rest of my days. Thanks for that, RC.
(Also, dear Ellie: please stop saying the word “intercourse.” You can have nerdy inclinations and still speak like a normal human being. Don’t pull a Winifred on me, Ellie! Don’t you do that!)
(Also, also: DUUUUUUUUUKE!)