Doyle watched her a moment, a bit preplexed. Slow guy uptake was going on at the moment.

"Willow, I ain't that stressed. Busy yeah, but I generally like to keep busy. Don't worry so much darlin' I ain't gonna snap crackle and pop you know?" the last bit was posed as a question since he was worried. "I'm not goin' back to sleep or what not."

"Did I offend you?" His words came out as he leaned on the counter some watching her back. "Because if I did I'm sorry, a guys got needs an' I made a promise I can't exactly break." He suddenly felt the need to explain and thus make it all more embarrassing again.