She was looking at her boots as much as he was his shoes. Because looking at him was confusing. She understood, or at least understood that he couldn't be with her yet. It was a kind of understanding. He had his reasons and they were good ones, she was sure of it. He was smart like that. That said, Ruby still couldn't look at him. Because she was just a little disappointed, worried even. Worried they wouldn't make it through even if Sam was insistant that they would. Maybe he was just an optimist.
"Yeah, maybe, But I didn't want to stop. I wouldn't have stopped either until you said. Because I think about you too, all the time, and with the blood, and what you can do, it's different, it adds up to making me want you more than ever. But you're probably right, and we should wait. Till we make more sense. Till you feel ready, don't tell me when you do, just get me alone and just take me. That's how it should be, when it comes to it." she paused for a few moments, almost looking up. "If it comes to it I mean. If you get to the point where you can be with me again"
Understanding was harder than she had thought. "Either way, you know you don't need to be sorry, right?"