Once he let it all out, Sam felt a lot better. To finally be talking about it, even if they didn't have some sort of agreement or resolution or anything, they were going to talk about it. More than anything, that's what Sam wanted.

Once he let it all out though, he wasn't sure where he wanted it to go. Or where it was supposed to go. He had said what he wanted to say, mostly, and now wasn't sure what was going on.

"I, uh, that's all I really had to say? Other than, um, I'll wait as long as we decide, I'm fine with that. But you are really, really hot and really, really sexy so while we're waiting sometimes I- it's just- you, ah, you affect me in certain ways. Physiologically. So if sometimes I want, um, space when things are maybe getting hot and heavy, it's nothing personal. Well, it's personal it's just not a bad thing. Oh god, please say something."