It's going on a limb- he knows better than to get comfortable. To hope. Knows it can't end well for him after so goddamn long but with Sam? He wants to put himself out there. He wants this to work. And as long as they keep talking first, as long as he quits trying to assume shit-

Taylor clears his throat. Shrugs. "I mean- I am. You're happy, right? With me?"

Please be happy with him.