Natalie pulled her hand back without much in the way of a reaction, though she did make note of that for further reference. Getting out was the goal, and she just breezed forward.

But of course she didn't get to the door. Just a hotel room.

"So, tell me that. Tell me that's what this is. Tell me you spent all last weekend and all this weekend with me, pretending you were happy and that you wanted to be with me and that things were working out knowing that you were gonna end this. Tell me that this is the end."

So that was Sam, standing by the bed, staring down at the Natalie who was sitting on said bed, looking down at her lap. About ready to cave in.

And the Natalie who'd just walked into this situation swore under her breath and tried to turn away.