It can't be helped that his smile is slightly overcast. It's not far from the truth, after all; if she'd let him, he'd have been up in arms long before the last few truly bad stretches.

"Don't-- worry about that, okay?" It's echoes for him, after all. "Worry about you." Since he's holding himself back from doing more. "And just... let this-- us, you know-- be... a good thing. Not-- a worry."