[ The hum she gives him is clearly one of disbelief as she brushes a finger down the side of his cheek. ]

I think you're two jobs past the requirement to be called those things.

[ She hasn't forgotten that she sidestepped his question about missing him. It was obviously one made in jest, but she worries on the thought all the same, recalling how she had felt when he had said it earlier. There had been the whispers of a familiar discomfort she had desperately tried to dodge the last several weeks. She knew that if she focused on it too long, she would crumble.

A defeated sigh flutters from her lips. ]

But I guess you're right. More jobs means less time for you to pamper me when you're out of here.