They were all valid concerns, and all things that Rossi had been thinking about; he'd had plenty of time to think in the last week, after all. The other reason he hadn't said anything until now was precisely so he could consider all of those things. He knew that if Reid reciprocated, he would be completely out of his element, and having two people equally uncertain about what to do next wasn't the most desirable situation. So he'd wanted to be sure he would be confident enough about this to be the steady voice of reason and certainty.

"Sounds good," he agreed. Despite what Reid had said earlier about getting the casserole, Rossi stood up slowly anyway, and headed towards the kitchen. It wasn't even conscious on his part, he was just so used to doing things on his own, in his house, that even being injured didn't deter him. Besides, Reid was busy getting the movie ready. He reached for the plates, wincing at the movement, and putting a hand to his abdomen. He paused before setting down the plates and reaching for a spoon to serve the casserole with.