Sam was quiet for a moment, letting that sink in. It was true, what she said-- this was harder to deal with than getting the memories alone. "I feel like I was away for a while," he said finally. "And it was hard, but now I'm back. This is where I'm supposed to be."
There were many things he'd wanted over the years, but ultimately what it had always come down to was that he wanted a life that had meaning. That could take the form of accomplishment or sentiment. In Veronica's case, it felt like both. This meant something to him, and he'd managed-- so far, at least-- to make her happy, to continue making her happy. That felt like the best accomplishment in the world, to him.
"Believe me, cricket, I've gotten that already," he said, smiling wryly. "I don't worry about you and Logan, or you and anyone else. I trust you, I trusted you the first time you told me that. You're the only one still worrying about it." He rested his head against hers, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'd feel the same way if anyone from my past or future showed up. It might be hard, but there'd be no doubt in my mind about who I want to be with, who I'm really in love with. Just you, only you. It's always going to be you."