"I think it's more like you made it your job." Not that he was complaining. The last thing he wanted was for her to go. But by the same token he didn't want her exhausting herself. Her smile alone helped improve his mood. She had such a perfect smile.
He could feel himself growing tired again despite all his protests. He might not want it but his body knew he needed it. He reached for her hand again with his uninjured one. And then he let his eyes close because they were winning the fight. "I love you," his voice was quieter, more a half asleep murmur than anything else.