"Well, no, I wouldn't say that," she said, a little hesitantly--God, the sad little expression tugged at her heart and she wanted to kiss it away--and tried to think of how to explain it. Sam would never come flat out and say she thought he'd get tired of her if she and her little neuroses were constantly around; her comfort level with their relationship wasn't quite up to that yet. And she'd been alone for so long, especially that year in Ba'al's altered timeline, that now that she wasn't alone it would be so easy for her to slip into clinging to him all the time, making up for lost time, and she didn't want to do that.

"I've been alone for a long time, too," she said quietly, a little embarrassed herself. "And even when I wasn't, there was always a little distance. It's just part of who I am, I think, and I've been that way so long it's a little hard to change." She'd been so set in her ways for so long she wasn't sure if she wasn't permanently stuck there...which wasn't an attractive admission.