Yeah, okay, sure. [ He doesn’t meant to sound as angry as he does, but concern is overriding any efforts to the contrary. ] Except you really don't look fine. Like, at all.
[ He frowns as his gaze wanders over her face, and he really wishes she would just look at him -- just a glance or a smile or something to reassure him, no matter how small. He's barely taken a breath before he comes to a decision; his voice doesn’t soften. ]
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[ He frowns as his gaze wanders over her face, and he really wishes she would just look at him -- just a glance or a smile or something to reassure him, no matter how small. He's barely taken a breath before he comes to a decision; his voice doesn’t soften. ]
Look, this was a bad idea. We're heading back.