As Ray helps march John out of his office -- taking care to ensure that he doesn't accidentally absorb any of The Gay via direct skin-to-skin contact -- he quips, "Lucky coincidence, Tyler, you just happen to collar the very guys who see [John] killing Reeves." Sam deadpans, "I don't believe in coincidences, Ray. I believe in the curliqued whimsy of fate. After all, everything's connected."
Then he's back in Reeves' neighborhood, walking under a sepia-toned blue sky, and Annie catches him. She questions why Sam really has to out Robert to his widow, and Sam says, "The only question Caroline Reeves wanted answered was 'Why?' And now we know why." When he's in the Reeves living room, Sam starts with, "There's something I wanted to say about your husband, Mrs. Reeves, something maybe you didn't know, something you need to know," and Annie sucks in her breath in alarm. Fortunately, Mrs. Reeves is oblivious to all but Sam's steadfast delivery, and she tells Sam to bring it (not in so many words). Sam says, "Your husband was a very brave man. More courageous than most -- much more. And he died for what he believed in, Mrs. Reeves. And I wanted you to know --" Caroline cuts in to ask, "Are you saying someone killed him because of the war?" Sam bites back the reply, "No, I'm saying he believed in the right for two men to buy property on Fire Island" and right as he's about to explain that Robert died over the radical premise that homosexuals have nothing to be ashamed of ... the kid pops downstairs and Sam decides against wrecking the kid's childhood by posthumously outing his dad. He tells Caroline that "It was John Fisher, [Robert's] squad leader." Caroline breathes, "John Fisher? Why?" and Sam looks at Annie for help. She looks back all Hey, this was YOUR bright idea. You're on your own. Sam finally says, "Because [John] resented your husband's bravery. He resented his honor. Because John Fisher realized he could never be the man your husband was. And sometimes the most intolerant men are also the most afraid." And sometimes even the most tolerant time-travelers from the future can maybe think about easing up on the preachy soliloquies. Just a suggestion, Sam.