She kissed his temple, trying to take away some of the stress. "Well, what do you propose I do? There's not really an alternative."
He sighed and stood up, turning towards her so he could kiss her forehead. "I don't know. I don't know what to do. I'm just scared, I think."
"When you care about someone," she said quietly, looking up at him, "you worry about them. It would happen even if my line of work wasn't dangerous."
"Damn straight," she agreed quietly, grinning at him. She stood up and kissed him, her hand brushing the side of his neck.
He brushed back a lock of her hair, his hand on the side of her face. "They said you could go back home soon," he told her.