For some reason being told she had the right to be angry with him just made her feel more angry. She already knew that! Even if she hadn't figured it out herself, she'd had enough people telling her that over the past week, she didn't need his confirmation of it too. Still, she refrain from snapping, just, or from punching him.
He was here. And he'd opened with an apology, which was close to grovelling and wasn't that what she'd told Cathy she wanted from him? To grovel, to beg for her forgiveness. Except now he was here, Faith didn't even know what she wanted. Sam spun her head around, as always, except not in the good way he had before.
"Right," she ground out through gritted teeth before she made herself look him in the eye. He didn't exactly look well, though judging by Claire's descriptions of his detoxing, she imagined he was improved on the last few days.
"So, did you fuck her too?" She arched an eyebrow, almost daring him to lie to her, again.