W-What are you saying. [He's being so sentimental. She's at a loss temporarily, the words striking so many cords within. Not bad ones, but each manages to well up emotion.] Is the heat getting to you...?
[Lifting a hand up she feels his forehead.] We're in the same boat out here, so it can't be any easier on you.
[ . . . . . Zero. Bangs dipping down, her opposite hand curls up into a fist.]
. . . It goes without saying that you're precious to me.