"It'd probably be pretty awkward," he mumbled, kissing the curve where her neck became her shoulder, "if you didn't like spending time with me."
He watched her, concern clouding his features. Sighing, he brushed his hand through his hair. "I worry about you too much, don't I?"
She opened her arms for him, not wanting to get up. "It's okay," she said. "I understand your concern."
He joined her, turning to face her. "I don't want you to think I don't trust you, I do. I just..." He sighed and brushed her hair out of her face.
She kissed his nose, her eyes warm. "That's okay. I know you worry, and I know you have no choice. That's fine."
He closed his eyes when she kissed him, and they fluttered open when she pulled away. "Hm. I am sorry."