She watched him as he stood and moved to the window. For as angry and hurt as she found herself to be, she just couldn't stop herself from adoring him at the same time. Loving him. She knew she always would, even if he didn't reciprocate those exact feelings. It stung like a bitch, but it didn't change the way she felt about him. She wondered if there was something wrong with her because of it, or if it was just something that was and nothing could be done about it.
"Okay," she replied with a small nod. "That's fine."
And now what? She didn't want him to leave. God, she didn't. In the midst of everything else she was feeling, it also felt so damn good to just be able to look at him, to have him occupying the same room as her without it being an accident. Finally, after what felt like forever, she said, "Don't worry about lingering, Sam."