Samara shook her head, because she did think she had something to apologise for. She shouldn't have reacted that way and she never should have blamed her brother for it. And then fainting of all things. "Yes there is. Don't make excuses for me." She had acted like a child, arguing with her brother and screaming at her son; it just wasn't right.
Samara leaned into him, hugging him back as closely as she could possibly get. It felt like almost six years ago, getting the news about his mother, except not as bad because she had loved his mother whereas she just did not know how she felt about her own which really seemed to make the entire situation worse. "Just be with me. I need to feel you, Eli. It's still my birthday and I want to be with you no matter what happened." She sighed and pulled back so she could see his face. At least she knew that she loved this man, if she didn't know anything else. "I love you," she said and she kissed him because the lack of feeling she was having for her mother's death was bothering her and she wanted to feel something.