Whatever had happened between her and Kyle, it wasn't the same. Sam was certain of it. "You weren't a base camp for my conflicts," Sam said, shaking his head. "You're not. I didn't even - there was the one time, Faith. One time before we got together. It was ages before we got stuck in that...that oven and it wasn't even enough to get me. I didn't want it then. I told Ruby I didn't and she..."
She had tricked him. Sam remembered. Cutting her finger, teasing him with the blood. That was where it all had started.
"I didn't do it again until after we got out, I swear. That's when I thought I needed to try, 'cause I couldn't save us before and if I had the strength..." Maybe that would have gone differently for them. He rubbed at his eyes before looking at her insistently. "If there's anything I can promise you, it's that what I feel for you isn't some sort of trick. I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and the next day and the day after that and I'm still going to be so in love with you that I can't even think straight half the time. You have to believe me."
Well, no. She didn't. But he really did want her to.