"I knew that I'd lose you if you knew me the way I really am. I suppose knowing that I had to lie about that or break everything, that made it easy to justify some more lies along the way." There was no way to be entirely open with Sam. Or there hadn't been, anyway. Not for him. Not when he was itching under his skin to bring about something, for better or worse. Change.

"Perhaps I'm not good at love." Obviously not. "People have always been difficult for me." He paused at that, getting the joggers out of the bag. Then he pulled them on and looked at Sam again, taking a step closer. "I guess that's the wrong word. They've been easy for me. Easy to figure out. To manipulate. I could just watch them and figure them out."