"In that?" His tone was sceptical, obviously referring to the stiff backed chair beside the bed. Again, he was a bit of a hypocrite. But he would always be more concerned for her. That was love, wasn't it? Caring more about someone else than yourself? "Don't look at me like that," he added more quietly, at the look she was giving him.
"Marian." He knew she wouldn't listen to him. But he was willing to give it a shot. "I don't want any more of...I don't like feeling like that." He wasn't guilting her. Just asking, really.