Sam shot Jack an irritated look. It would have held a lot more firmly a few months ago. He would have taken it upon himself to lecture the younger man in every way possible, making an impressive display of his trademarked bitchface in the process. Yet something inside of Sam had changed. He had made terrible mistakes himself - far worse off than robbing a few places. Head bowing slightly, Sam shook his head tiredly and shifted the beer bottle from one hand to the other. It was feeling sort of light. He'd need a refill soon. "I'm glad it stopped," he expressed, "you don't need to be getting into that kinda mess." And that was all that he said on the matter.
"What do you think that love is?" Sam asked him, lifting his gaze from his bottle. "I think a lot of people have different definitions of it. What's yours?" Love was difficult. Hard. Sam loved a lot of people. His family, his friends, Faith. God, things were so messed up with Faith right now. He had long since vowed that he'd make it right. It was really hard to do as much when he knew that there wasn't much he could do to ease the hurt she was feeling.
"I used to have the same problem," Sam admitted, smiling faintly. "You know all that 'just be yourself' crap people go on about all the time? It's sort of true. You're a good guy, Jack. You've just gotta show that to people."