Like preparation and anticipation would have ever stopped her from trying to snag something he had that she wanted. He kept the switchblade in his hand, not wanting to tuck it away just yet.
"I know," he said warmly, leaning down to bump her forehead with his. "I won't let anything happen to it. I promise." Though that did mean he was going to have a choice in the near future. Let it burn with him, or give it to her for safekeeping even though she had hers. It was from his time. It didn't belong any more than he did.