Sam couldn't answer her questions. Not on the details. Not right now. It was difficult to focus on a coherent response on the matter when she was creating such a force of frustration within him that Sam was actually afraid he was going to start yelling at her. Except yelling was bad. And as frustrating as Faith was being at the moment, he knew that raising his voice to her, after everything, was a really bad idea.
He didn't move. Sam was afraid to go near her. Too close and she might strike him again. Wasn't like he didn't deserve it if she did. "Of course it was real," Sam pushed back, trying to keep his own tone of voice even. "How could you even ask me that? After everything we've done and been through?"
Because he was a liar. And a sneak. That's how she could ask. Sam let out a low groan. "Please don't think like that. It was real. Every last minute of it was real." He gave her as honest a look as he could muster. Wide-eyed, determined, and concerned all at once. "I love you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here now."