[ They do give him away all the time, and she needs to see them, wants to understand what it is he's thinking right now. She doesn't know where this particular train of thought came from or why he's suddenly concerned about her squishiness or lack thereof, and he may be avoiding eye contact but she's watching his expression and the dart of his eyes carefully.

She just nods at that first bit, brushes her thumb across his cheek and keeps listening, waits for the moment she understands. And oh. Oh, that's what he means. She's not entirely certain she knows what to do with that. ] We've kept each other safe pretty well so far, haven't we? [ Gentle and soft as she watches him. ] You're not unreliable. And I'm not going anywhere. I'll be safe.