*isn't entirely convinced you are okay, but knows all he can really do is trust you to come to him if you need him* *a little guiltily (only if you'll do the same)* I will. (But I don't need anything except for it to stop.)
I'd love to go to lunch with you. If you still want to.
*casts a smile over his shoulder at you as he opens the door (to the rest of the world)*
You bet. Anywhere you like. There's bound to be a lull sometime, right? *gives a little wave and steps back over to his office*