Teagan laughed. "Me, optimistic? Oh dear. You really don't know me at all, do you?" she asked in a teasing voice, but still serious enough. She wasn't really optimistic about sex or romance, not that Sam knew her story to know the truth.
She tilted her head, pressing her lips together. She was trying to conceal and swallow her laughter at his words. "Oh," she whispered, covering her mouth as a laugh escaped. "Sam, stop being such a damned nice and noble guy," she said, her tone teasing, "He should have missed you! You missed him! It's only fair. Stop trying to be so noble. It would kill you if he hadn't missed you, Sam. He's not here, so you're allowed to say that you're relieved and even glad that he missed you. You're allowed."
She could tell Sam was being honest, but didn't mean she couldn't be amused. She really thought that it was okay for Sam to admit that he had been glad that Oliver had missed him rather than acting like it was something bad. Maybe it hadn't been his true intentions, but it's what happened. Sam had missed him and it was nice to know that Oliver had missed him too. It'd kill her if she knew that someone hadn't missed her, hadn't thought of her, hadn't cared, when they stopped talking to her for any reason. Reaching out, she took a drink of her glass and pushed aside the face that came to mind with the thought. It wasn't about them right now.