"I'm fine here," he assured Doyle. He really didn't like it when she did things for him, and he was fine right there. Especially with Doyle's hand in his hair, and he was fighting the urge to rest his head against Doyle's thigh. "It's alright, it's not like - I mean - you don't owe me nothin'. You eatin' alright again? You look thin. Real thin."