It was strange, having that long, weird moment where Faith wasn't sure quite how to say good bye to him. Were they at the hugging stage, the kissing one? Shaking hands maybe? She had no idea, a fact which left her slightly stunned. She'd never not known how to react around Sam before.
"Right," she nodded, awkwardly. At least now she knew where he was. That was an improvement on recent weeks. He'd just be at home, not shacked up in some motel with her.
"'Night Sam," she murmured, twisting her fingers in the belt loops of her jeans as she watched him go, worried that if she didn't do something to occupy her hands she'd do something dumb like grab onto him.
"Take care of yourself."
And I still love you. She didn't add the last bit as she moved over to sit on the couch, her legs curled up under her. They were going to work things out, somehow.