It seemed like something that he had said clicked, because Ruby was starting to settle down on the sex and blood suggestion and seemed to be growing a bit more serious about the situation at hand. Sam nodded, stooped over to pick up his own beer, and walked over to the trap. He sat down directly opposite Ruby, settling on the ouskirts of the rug that he knew the trap to be lurking underneath. Sitting cross-legged, Sam twisted the cap off his beer and leaned forward, waiting with an expectant look for Ruby to begin explaining everything to him. As she spoke, his expression slowly drifted from concerned to annoyed to flat out baffled. Suffice to say, Sam was far from pleased by what he was being told. It was ridiculously unfair for Ruby to be making comparisons to herself and Jessica, just as it was also cruel for her to even bother doing so in the first place. Not because he felt that it was shaming the name and memory of the woman he had once planned on marrying, but because he didn't know how Ruby was able to function day in and day out with those kind of thoughts in her head. Second guessing her every move, always thinking that she was second best...
Sam had to set his beer aside. He was afraid he'd throw it or grip it too tightly and break it if he didn't. He wasn't gonna lie - hearing about Jess made his blood run cold for a second there, but it was mostly the general reaction that he got in reference to her that spurred it on. It had nothing to do with Ruby and the comparisons. No, that brought on a completely different emotion that Sam was about to give Ruby a proper taste of. "You're not Jess. You could never be Jessica. I'm sure you could try, but you're never going to be anywhere near the person that she was and that's just facts. She was the first woman I ever really fell in love with. The one that I was gonna get married to, the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I'm guessing that's starting to weigh on you a little here. Tough to measure up to that, isn't it? At least, that's probably what you're telling yourself." This sucked. It epically sucked. Sam didn't want to talk about Jess. He wanted to talk about...about something else. Anything else. Rainbows. Leprechauns. Paris Hilton. Uh, kimonos. The Atlantic Ocean. Whatever. Just not this. Anything but this. This was a conversation that he'd happily avoid altogether if Sam ever had the opportunity to do so. But he couldn't, could he? Because this was why Ruby had been avoiding him lately. He had gone out of his way to trap her, he had pointedly told her that they were going to talk no matter what she wanted to do, and now she was giving him what he wanted. He had asked for this. Sam brought a hand up to his eyes and rubbed at them in frustration. Note to self: be careful what you wish for, he thought moodily, shifting in place as he considered his next words carefully. He didn't want to push Ruby down anymore than she already seemed to have done to herself. It was a delicate situation all around - on both their parts, it seemed - and the last thing that Sam wanted to do was make this worse. He cared for Jess. He really did. But he also loved Ruby and he couldn't let her go on thinking like this. It was torture. It had to be.