She lets her mouth quirk lopsidedly in answer.

"Half of it is around your hips," she mutters teasingly.

She draws her hands down his face and along his neck, dragging them down over his chest and to his abdomen.

"Maybe I should make y'go fix it up, 'fore I have you carry me back over there."

She nuzzles into the crook of his neck seductively. There's plenty of time to think about all the things they've done wrong later; for right now, his body provides an excellent distraction from everything she's not strong enough to face just yet.




"Doc? I'm sorry. I don't want you worryin' 'bout me like that."