He took another swig before extending the bottle back in her direction. Shaking his head, Sam released an empty sort of laugh and folded his arms over his chest. "Ah, love. Wonderful thing, isn't it?" Now it was his turn to throw out the sarcasm. "It's like walking on water. Until, you know, you lose your footing and fall facefirst into the ocean." He shrugged a little. "Or until the woman you loves ends up playing barbeque on the ceiling. But that's another story." One that Sam got the feeling would have ended differently if given a second chance.
He rubbed the side of his face, halfway lost in thought up until the point where he abruptly sat upright and peered off at Faith with an inquisitive look on his face.
"How would you define love? I mean, what is it for you? I've had two different types of love in my lifetime and they were both...different. I wonder if it's the same way with everyone."