I don't know. I mean, of course everyone is, but there's still a difference. [Cami presses her lips together, trying to figure out how to explain it. They all have to get used to impossible things, but some of them seem—more broken in, than others. Or maybe it's just a matter of being more broken. Still, she doesn't linger on it, or the fact that he misquoted her (although Cami does tihnk it odd).

Instead she favors Sam with a skeptical look, because he knows damn well that she's right thank you very much. And maybe a few other things too, given how he starts fidgeting. She doesn't miss where his eyes linger, even as he stumbles his way through acknowledging their shared little game. It's kind of cute as he works it all out in his head, and Cami can only imagine how the gears are turning as he asks himself what this contact all means.]

Good. Because if we're going to get past the awkward handholding phase, it's important for you to realize this is a two-way street. [Hey, Cami's a person with needs, and Sam—well. He's a really decent guy who also happens to be pretty hot. She wouldn't mind it if things went a little further than just this innocent touch.

Or a lot further, but that's as much up to Sam.] I'm not going anywhere, Sam. And it's okay to let someone else in. Everyone needs to sometimes, just to remember that they aren't actually alone in all this mess.