The room looked like it wasn't really lived in.  Samantha didn't mind the barrenness.  He let go of her arm and offered her a seat.  It was more like he told her to make herself at home, and she did just that.  Partially out of habit and partially because she didn't want to claim this space as her own, she sat down on the floor.  It wasn't very comfortable, and so she moved to lean against the bed.<em>"What did you want to talk about?"</em>she spoke the words softly, in almost a whisper.