His words made sense. They not only made sense, but they made her feel better, a lot better. "Slow works for me," she told him, honestly. "Not too slow, though, because Sam? I want you, too."
Going on tiptoe, she kissed him softly. "For the record? You can't hurt me. So, we'll just keep 'seeing each other'." She made little quote-y fingers as she dropped back down on the balls of her feet. "It'll be okay."