He was glad that she was taking this so well. He half expected her to find some excuse to not have the conversation right then. Worst case scenario, she would punch him in the face on accident and he'd have to go to the clinic.

Sam stepped in, glancing over at Iris before pointing to his eyes, then pointing to the dog. It was like the dog could sense what was going on.

"I just- I just need to get this all out, okay? At least this first part. Just- just know that I'm cool with waiting, okay? If it takes weeks, months, y-years for you, for us, to feel comfortable, that's okay. Alright? However long it takes us."