Jack closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Of course not. It was getting hard not to take it personally, really. He'd understood her being upset about the first time; they'd both been under the influence and things had moved too fast for Jack's tastes even, so he couldn't imagine how fast it'd been for Sam.

But now, he thought they'd been making progress. He thought that after a month of dating and getting to know her in a way that wasn't work or the military or anything other than Jack and Sam that it'd be enough. And he'd asked, instead of seducing her or letting things escalate and...well, shit.

He swallowed, jaw tight. What to say? What to say that wouldn't hurt her, but would express just exactly how frustrated he was with the whole situation?

"God, I just wanna be with you, Sam. I love you and I don't...I know you wanna get us home. But I'm selfish and I don't want that to be the only time I get to be with you...because I don't want to go back home and never get that chance. Daniel's told me what happens later and I know you meet someone else. What if in my timeline you marry him and I don't even..."

He opened his eyes and reached up to touch her cheek lightly, trying to find the words that wouldn't hurt.

"I don't want to miss my chance, Sam. I'm absolutely, positively, insanely in love with you and I don't want to go back to the days before I knew what your hair smelled like and how your eyes look when you first wake up and what you look like when you're just about to kiss me...and I don't get that from you. You've got that promise in your timeline and it's enough for you. I don't have anything, sweetheart. I don't have that back home."