Faith honestly wasn't sure what she felt when Sam moved away from her. A flash of hurt at the rejection, followed by a brief spurt of anger, before she made herself calm down.
"What would you rather I did, slap you again?" Her tone was more weary than sarcastic as she looked at him. "I meant it when I said I still love you, Sam, and I don't like seeing you like this. Even if I am still angry with you." For the first time in the conversation, a half smile appeared on her face, just for a second. "It's confusing, I want to punch you and comfort you at the same time."
She stayed where she was though, leaning against the arm of the chair he'd just vacated, not sure whether to go nearer to him or sit down again, so just doing neither for now.
"You wanted to believe in someone," she almost shrugged before thinking better of it. "Most people wouldn't fault you for that. We all wanted to trust her. She didn't even turn the nasty act on until you were..." she paused before deciding just to say it anyway. "Until you were too hooked on her to care."