She managed a smile and nudged him. "You care a little. I know you too well to think otherwise. But I'm trying not to lash out at other people because I'm feeling a little insecure." She paused, not wanting to think it had anything to do with him. "It's my issue, Sam, not yours. It's not because of anything you ever do. Sorry, it's just...another case of Veronica Mars being a little...well, of having a messed up past." She sighed, laughing a little. "I know you can understand that."
Her heart soared, happier than she ever thought possible while standing in a vampire bar. Getting away, having a NICE reason to get away, sounded perfect. "I'll call the hotel. Sam...thank you. I just want to be with you and have it be NICE. And being away from all this," she said, looking at vampires drinking dark glasses of red liquid (totally not blood) and grinding on each other, "would really make everything so much better."