Faith arched an eyebrow and shook her head slightly.
"Didn't say it was ok. I mean, I can guess why he's doing that, but that doesn't make it the right thing to do. And you don't have to deal with this by yourself. If Sam doesn't want to talk, or can't talk or whatever, you can talk to me."
She half shrugged, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"I'm not gonna claim to know exactly what you went through. But there was this friend of mine, Angel and his evil soulless self, Angelus plus when I was younger, pre slayer days, mom had this boyfriend. And when I say boyfriend, I mean pimp really. Gabe." She looked away for a moment. "Asshole," muttered under her breath before she swallowed and looked back at Heather. This wasn't about her, it was about Heather and Sam. Both Sams.
"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is it will take time. Some days you'll think you're doing better then others you'll feel worse again. But that doesn't mean you're wrong or weak or whatever. It's to be expected I mean. For both you and Sam."