Jamie blinked down at her. Well, that was some serious word vomit.
Sally Ann had just admitted she had wanted to kiss him for quite some time, a feeling not entirely unreciprocated, though he never took it too terribly seriously. That admission, of course, struck his ego solidly, and it took him a moment to remember why he was there in the first place.
"Well, okay." He took a deep breath as he tried to piece together a competent response. "You know it won't affect anything in the future. I mean, we go back and nothing changes. We don't remember anything. If anything, now is the time to try things that are a little... crazy. It's the only chance you'll get. That's just the way it is." He sighed, glancing over at her. "And as for Rylan, I don't really know the kid-" Who, he realized immediately after, wasn't exactly a kid at nineteen. "But I doubt she's expecting you wait around for a sixteen year old version of her dad. She might be upset for a while, but she would understand eventually." Probably. He was pretty sure he'd heard something similar from his cousins, after all. Victoire was doing pretty well with the Fleur-Draco situation that still completely blew his mind.
The arm around Sally Ann's shoulders tightened to give her a gentle squeeze. "These things have a way of working themselves out, Sann. Sometimes it can be a little messy, but the dust always settles." Huh. That was awfully wise of him. He should write that one down.