Faith sat back on the sofa, her knees drawn up as she thought, trying to think through the alcohol and emotions of the last while and remember further back, to everything that had happened with Sam recently.
"He hasn't been dealing with some stuff all that well," she started, hesitantly. "The Angelus thing." Faith still wasn't talking about it, had no intention of talking about it either, something she knew annoyed Sam.
"He didn't like that it was something he couldn't control. But then he said that I shouldn't worry, that he could promise that everything was going to be okay from then on," she half laughed, almost bitterly. "I asked him if he had some crystal ball but he said he just knew. But the thing is earlier on, he'd been worrying me. He was so freaking tense. He said that whatever was going on with him was this minor, unimportant thing and telling me would just make me all worried and whatever. Then he clammed up, changed the subject."
She let out a long sigh before resorting to another swig of vodka.
"I should have seen it. Shoulda pressed him on it."