It felt like it should matter what you called it, when you gave things a name they took one another dimension, it became something more. He'd always told himself he was just going home with Jess, she was the place he could breathe and just be - it was temporary, his safe place while undercover. And it didn't matter that he'd always associate the smell of her perfume with safety, or the way he still had Michael listed as his emergency contact, or even how he felt like he could breathe and forget about everything that weighed on him when he was with Savannah. It was all just interaction, it wasn't dating, they weren't relationships. Or so he told himself.
Marty didn't see the issue with protecting himself, if Sam seemed to understand the reason for what he was doing. But even Marty could see that it was more than that, it wasn't just not getting involved with Savannah so he could follow his own rules about not being involved with anyone. This was taking from her, taking without any plans of giving her back anything she wanted from her life.
Crossing his arms across his chest when Sam started walking again, Marty paused for a brief moment before he continued after him, thoughts weighing heavily on his mind while Sam continued speaking.
"For a man who claims not to be overly fond of talking about your feelings you're not too bad about this, get some training from Nate before he left?" Marty wondered, because he was out of things to say about himself, and his behavior, and just everything he was dealing with right now. Getting back into some kind of familiar territory at least when it came to their conversations was the best he could do right now.