"It doesn't matter, love," he said softly, helping her out from under the bed gently. "Messes don't matter. What matters is that you're okay, and that I've got you. We both have bad times, you know. That's why we have each other. That's why we need each other. We'll clean up the mess later."
He smiled at her gently, his love in his eyes and his voice. He'd never let anything hurt her, not ever, if he could help it.