"Nah, I think yer okay right now." Wil put his wrist to Meri's forehead and stared at him again like he was seriously weighing his condition. Frankly, Wil just thought that Meri had an overactive imagination. The entire hypochondria thing? Went right over his head. Usually he just diverted his worries into something more conducive to their mutual happiness.
"Not hot or nuthin'. How 'bout we don't take no chances and get someplace choco-free, eh? I'll even feed ya." Wil smiled in what he always figured was an inviting way. He had some small parts stuck in his various pockets and was eager to get fitting them. But he always got so bored after a couple of hours in that quiet hangar.