Sam just looked at him for a long minute, trying to decide what to say. She felt a little choked, a little panicked, and a little sad, but she didn't show any of it. "I thought we weren't going to talk about it," she said finally. She was still playing with the seashell; she put it down by her bed and crossed the room to the little table, though she didn't sit down. "You don't need to apologize."