Her touch snaps his attention back to the present - and when his eyes lock on hers, they're burning with the fire of an outlaw ready to fight for the life of a friend (or in this case, a lover) with every fiber of his being and every breath in his body.

It's not a look she's seen, before.

Doc inhales, a strangled sound faintly catching in his throat, then he clears it and shakes his head.

"No, I just..."

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the images.