"But I worry even if it's going to take twenty years before you end up in a wheelchair. Because it's you and I just don't like you feeling like you should hide it from me." His hold on her hand grew tighter. "You're my wife, and I love you, and I will do anything for you. Just...talk to me. You don't have to be the strong, silent type all the time, you know?" he teased a little then leaned and gave her a kiss to the lips.
"Do you need me to find something to fan you with? I'm sure we can rig up something? I could probably create something like a fan with some pieces of scraps." Not that he knew where he could find that shit without it taking forever.