He kissed her forehead before turning back to his medical supplies. "Don't look down at it. It doesn't help."
She shifted slightly, watching him as he worked. She didn't say anything, though, not wanting to disturb.
He was quiet for a long time while he cleaned the wound before finally patching it up with a new bandage. "There," he said quietly. "Better?"
He went into her arms gladly, wrapping his hands around her waist. "But that's something that's been bothering me," he said with a frown. "You came with me because you felt like I needed you, even though it wasn't good for your wellbeing." He shook his head. "I guess I need to be less selfish with you."
He sighed and kissed her temple. "But I do," he said quietly. "Especially when the only reason you're there is because of me."
"Jack," she began, her voice stern, "you shouldn't feel that way. My decisions are what I choose, and although I do consider you, you shouldn't feel bad."
She turned her head. "The way you feel guily.." she said slowly. "I just don't want you to feel that way."
