Faith watched him, remembering something she'd said to him, god, was it only a week or so ago? "Like you were somewhere else entirely and it wasn't a nice place where you were." This time she did get up, wandering to the window. Even if she didn't touch him this time, just leaned against the wall, just to one side of him. So close she could just reach out and touch him if she wanted. She folded her arms around herself.
"We missed you, you know," she tried to catch his gaze. "Felt like even though you were so close I couldn't even touch you."
She sighed, letting her head fall back against the wall. "I just want you, Sam. Whatever that is. Just want to look at you and know it's you looking back at me, not some drugged up, twisted version of you."
She stared at the ceiling for a long moment, watching the shadows move across the paintwork. "You know sooner or later I'm gonna need the details. I don't want them. God, I really don't, but otherwise I'm just gonna keep imagining them and it's gonna drive me crazy."
She made herself turn her head towards him, aware of the hypocrisy of her statement. She'd refused to talk about Angelus, but demanding details over Ruby. She couldn't help it though. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind kept supplying more images. She needed to know which were the lies and which were the truth.