He let out a breath and looked down. "Yeah, it really is." He shifted a little, trying to settle into the uncomfortable stance his arm was in. Not to mention the twinge of pain. A sharp twinge, at that. He was pretty good at ignoring it, for the most part. You kind of had to while on the job.
"Look, Heather," he started, eyes moving up to meet her own. "I meant what I said. I don't want you getting hurt." It was starting to sound like the same old speech again, except this time he really wasn't so sure if it was. "You probably would have gotten really hurt tonight if I hadn't come along. And I would have been pretty screwed, too, if it weren't for you. We...kind of make an okay team."