Deb patted down the sand by his knee a little harder, trying to swat him through the layer. "I don't ever hate your childish habits, Hawkeye. I think it's cute I can put you and Lil down for a nap together and have a little free time."
"I don't plan to bury your head." She all but rolled her eyes at him, not entirely amused. "You saying you want to bury me?" She countered, then lifted her shoulders slightly. "Suppose I could be talked into it."
"I'm not the one who sat up and messed everything up," she pointed out without any real annoyance about it. That didn't make her feel any better, which might have been obvious enough to him from the way her expression dropped. "You didn't do anything." But he would, it was just a matter of time before they were free from the island and he could run off to his ex-wife and they could restart their happy little life.
He was going to leave, that seemed inevitable to her. It might not be for a few weeks or months still, but quarantine couldn't last that much longer and then he'd go home and realize how much easier life was without a girlfriend with a kid and no real idea how to function in the real world.
"I can't do this, Trav." As she spoke, she stood up and brushed away some of the sand. "I can't win, so what's the point." Deb lifted her hand in a sort of defeated gesture, then turned to walk away.