"I love you, too, Sam," she whispered. And I don't want to go to Mary Anne's! I want you to beg me to stay! I want you to hold me and tell me that you love me and want to marry me one day and have babies with me sometime after that!
I want you to want the same things as me.
"Okay. I'll go to Mary Anne's and you and I...we can think about what we want...and...you know where I'll be when you're ready...to talk."
She started transfering more clothes into the suitcase while he stood and watched her.