Sampson hid the disappointment well. No, he had to be patient. He couldn't rush anything, because if he did, Ryan would be out the door and out of his life. And he didn't want that. Nodding, he offered him a quiet, reassuring smile and got up. He pulled his clothes back on, still quiet. When he was dressed, he slowly came up to him. He reached out and touch his arm, slow and tentative. Like touching a wild deer. He'd start if he made any unexpected movement. "It is." He gnawed on his cheek for a long moment. "It probably isn't the greatest idea, but if you wanted, you could stay. The night, I mean. Nothing sexual." He smiled. "I'm returning to work next week. I don't think I can spend another day cooped up in here."<br/><br/>He wanted to get back to fire fighting. Though he reached up and, if he could, he would brush the hair out of Ryan's face. "Regardless, thank you. I had a lot of fun." He wanted to kiss him, and he dropped his hands before he'd lean in and attempt to kiss him on the mouth. He wanted more, so much more, and he did worry that more might never happen. But he would be patient, because the sex they'd just had was still amazing even without full blown intercourse. Pulling back, he went to put the cuffs into the box and snapped it closed, then walked to put it into the bedroom. He'd leave it to Ryan to decide if he wanted to stay or not.