Jo would never stop feeling dirty about how easy it was to get Sam to listen when she ordered him about, even if it was for his own good. It felt wrong, she felt terrible, but it worked. Jo was unsure whether to be happy or sad that it did, and realized there was no point in dwelling on it. There was no easy, correct answer for that.
She smiled as soon as he looked at her, though it probably would only matter very very little in the very recesses of his mind that she did. When he lowered his gaze she deflated, pulling her knees tighter against her chest and laying her chin on them. Sam was taking his time, but she knew he wanted to say something so she did not press. Patience was something she knew she needed to have in spades with Sam, and honestly Jo did not mind. She may falter at times, but ultimately she remembered what this was all for, and that made it easier.
"Glad you think so." She replied softly, a smile on her lips. "I don't want to...tell you to do things. But I don't want you to hurt yourself either. And sometimes I'm the one who ends up hurting you and I don't...I didn't mean to. I never mean to, not that that makes it any better. I'm sorry."