One day he'll get his shit together enough to say it. One day. He'll say it, he'll say it first and mean it but- he can't quite get it past the knot in his throat yet. For now he takes that smile as answer enough, tilting his face into Sam's hand. He knows. Taylor knows he knows and that's good enough.

No one and nothing can take this from them.

"It's dumb. I'm...so damn sure that when I say it things will go to shit." It always did in the past. Pattern recognition is a thing, even if it isn't an entirely reasonable thing.