[He takes her hands as she speaks, squeezes them gently. It hurts him a little, that she wishes that. But he understands. There are so many things he keeps buried, things he wouldn't want anyone to dig up. Maybe how much he cares is because of that. Partly, at least. Because looking into her eyes, he knows the other part.] I wish you wouldn't. Because I'm... I want to... [He smiles a little at himself, looks down for a second.] I don't know, sweetheart, I just... feel better knowing. For you. Like if something happens, maybe there is something I can do, to help you. Does that make sense?