[She's rubbing her temple with her fingertips as he begins to speak; elbow propped on the other arm that's wrapped tightly around her waist. Parsing between flippancy, and stupidity and comprehension and the searching look is very clear as she walks back toward him, hesitation underwritten by dawning understanding.] Tony. [It's that very resigned, 'you have done something idiotic that I now have to fix' tone. There's a smile at the back of it. Very small. It's not actually visible. She puts a hand on his shoulder.]
Don't ever kiss me and tell me you don't mean it. [Bending, balancing with the hand on his shoulder; her hair swings forward and brushes his cheek, a strong smell of antiseptic and soap as she kisses him. Quickly; press of lips to his that lingers briefly before she pulls away.] I'm sending in the damn doctor already.