Holly had noticed that Bear seemed to be thinking about something. He got a crease between his eyebrows when a thought was particularly taxing or troublesome. Sometimes she really did envy the simplicity of his life; there were precious few things he needed to be happy and despite having no clue as to who he was, underneath all those muscles, Bear was a genuinely nice man. And a pleasure to work with. She tilted her head a little as he spoke to her and she smiled.
"I'm okay," she reassured him, crossing over to pat him on the upper arm. "It's been a tough few weeks, we're all just a little stressed out." She wet her lower lip, "And I appreciate the offer, Bear, but you know me. I'm not a hugger."
She blew out a breath. "Don't you worry about me. It's my job to worry about you, big guy."