Something about his speech, his words and his demeanor led her to believe that he wouldn't welcome her touch or even sitting next to him, so she continued standing in front of him. Her solid expression wavered a little and she took another deep breath.
"My son is gone, Sam. I haven't seen him in a long time. He has his own life now and-" She gave a small shrug. "He is who he is, like I am who I am. Our..." She searched for the word, "personalities aren't the best match. He was a product of something that wasn't entirely real. Something I couldn't quite control." A pause. "Nevermind."
Anne tilted her head just a little and sat on the table just where it met Sam's knees. "I know you are," she said quietly. "I know. I couldn't continue letting myself have feelings for you that were growing every time I saw you without telling you about my past. About where I came from. It felt like a lie." She took a deep breath. "I wanted to love you without feeling like I was holding something back."