When he pointed to her facial expression, that actually made butterflies come to her stomach. She took that to mean that he didn't like seeing her upset or worried, and that meant a lot to her, even if he didn't outright say that. She was gradually learning that he was never one to admit anything regarding emotion, and that she had to read between the lines. She looked down at the small space between them, and then at her hand at his hip. She ran her thumb up and down his side, trying to compose herself. She just found out that the man she was hopelessly in love with was shot. Could have been killed. This was the exact thing she really worried about. "You're going to be okay though, right?" She looked back up and a single tear slipped down her cheek, but that was all she was allowing at the moment. She felt horrible for thinking the worst, thinking that he wasn't coming to see her because he didn't want to. "And if you look like this, I'd hate to see the other guy." She chuckled a little. It was a pathetic attempt at a joke, but she hoped it would lighten the mood.