Somehow, for the rest of the evening, they managed to avoid being too awkward. Maybe it was just that having a revelation big enough for a few dozen evenings put them at a peak in their friendship--or whatever--that even awkwardness couldn't reach. It was a start.
It wasn't quite perfect. Even Sam's less colorful fantasies had involved more than this. But there were hope and cupcakes, and in the face of hope and cupcakes, even perfection seemed overrated.