"Doesn't have to be love," Sam told her. "Just as long as I think that there's something there, I guess. I know there was this one time where I met a girl for about two days before sleeping with her. But there was a lot there between us, so...I guess we'll stick with whether or not I care for someone, right?"
He shifted a little. "Here." It didn't seem too comfortable, the way she was sitting right now, and Sam figured she needed a hug just as much as he did. He slid his arm behind her back into a sort of half hug, that way she'd be able to lean against it.
"It's a real bitch all right. But I guess that's the truth for you, isn't it?"