Sam sighed. "If you really wanna know, it's out of jealousy," he said. What would happen if Max knew? Would he help me through it? Or would he call me a creep? Or maybe he'll just tell me to work it out myself? Well, it IS pretty much the stages of grief by jealousy, and without help I'd definitely be dead by the end of this week. So he decided to tell him. "I went for a walk last night, but Leafeon got so sleepy I had to return it to its ball, which is something I haven't done in a while. I found two trainers and one adorable Eevee, that ended up rubbing against the boy trainer's pants. I became so jealous and so sad that now I'm stalking a couple of trainers because one of them is a magnet to the boy trainer," he told Max every crick and nanny about it. From top to bottom. He regretted it afterward, but it still felt good to get off his chest.