She realised she'd hit a nerve with him, and that hadn't been her intent at all. She put a hand out to his cheek. "You've the right idea, darling. And all that knowledge, everything you know," she walked her fingers up his cheek and tapped his temple. "It means something. It means a lot. You're one of a kind, Flynn, I don't have to tell you that. What you do is so important to the race of man. No one can do the things you do, no one can know the things you know. I didn't mean to make it seem inconsequential." She smiled a little, and leaned in to kiss his cheek.