Sam had told... well, no one, except for Daniel, and then only in a vague way. Then again, she'd had almost four times as many years as Jack had had to repress, deny, and ignore their feelings, so it was probably a little easier for him to let go of that than for her. Maybe it said a little about how repressed she was that she couldn't talk about this with anyone without feeling like an idiot.

She needed to lighten up. But that was easier said than done.

"Jack, it's fine," she assured him. "It doesn't need to be a secret. There's no reason for it to be, not here." Her hands went from kneading his shoulders to more of a smoothing, stroking motion up and down the middle of his back, following the lines of muscle and spine. "Just because I don't really talk about us to anyone--well, except Daniel--doesn't mean I'm not happy with the way we are."