[There's a grunt that says all too clearly that he doesn't like that she looks that bad, but that's another one of those obvious things. This close is close enough that he doesn't much notice when he pulls her just that little bit tighter, thumbs over her shoulder and noses at her temple as he nods, spoon idly flipping in the fingers of his other hand.]
Don't hafta thank me for that. Suck if somethin' happened.
[She really, really doesn't have to thank him, but the thought of saying anything else leaves him with a gross feeling while they're like this. Not that he knows what else to say, so silently holding her and listening might have to do.]
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Don't hafta thank me for that. Suck if somethin' happened.
[She really, really doesn't have to thank him, but the thought of saying anything else leaves him with a gross feeling while they're like this. Not that he knows what else to say, so silently holding her and listening might have to do.]