*Faye was beginning to get the feeling again that their ideas of physical and emotional closeness were getting confused. She sighed softly, her arms not quite as tightly around him now. Faye lowered her head, eventually leaning enough that she brought her knees up to her eyes. She didn't know what to think or say or do, but when he said he was confused, she felt a wave of guilt, of that horrible knowledge that she was disappointing him. She sat back up again, raising her shoulders then slouching*

You do satisfy me. And I am happy that things have moved on.

It's not going to happen either way, is it? So. Don't worry about it. We shouldn't think about it.