"Bobby had the blood cleaned off." Could there be a more horrible sentence to hear? Chances were the only thing more horrible would be to have to say it. She felt the urge to go hug Sam, but restrained herself from that impulse. "I-" There was nothing good she could say.
"Sorry. I didn't know." There was no reason why she should know. Except now she was straining her memory, wondering if Dean had worn this jacket when he'd been around her. The fact that she couldn't remember made a pit in her stomach grow. Buffy wanted to hand the jacket over to Sam, but he was trying to leave. And there must be a reason that the jacket was in here, and not in his room. So, Buffy put it back where she'd found it. It was eerie.
"Oh. Um." Was he trying to get away from her, did he have something he had to do? She knew her face looked dejected and she didn't try to hide it. "I guess I could nap or meditate or something... Giles is always on me to meditate, but to be honest I've never really been able to do that. I mean, I can focus to feel a vampire, but to do actual meditation, I never can. I bet you can, huh? You look like you have lots of deep thoughts all of the time."