He knew full well, and probably she did too, that there was no one else he would do this for. No one he felt like this about. And he knew she said it was obsession, he remembered the things she'd said to him, but he also remembered here, everything they'd been through together. He hadn't hesitated when he'd seen her, scared, confused, lost. He'd had to help her, to hell with the danger.
When Skye noted his cut face it was the first time he'd realised it had even happened. He didn't care. He'd had worse. So much worse. And this had been to help her. He was about to say so, to tell her not to worry about him, he didn't matter, not when she was dealing with something like this.
But her hand had reached up to touch him, his eyes met hers again and god help him, he couldn't do anything but kiss her. Much as she didn't want to hear it, he loved her, and having her here, having her caring about him, it meant the world.