[ He'll only go away for very short periods of time when it's absolutely necessary and he'll do all his crying while she's asleep, okay? How's that for a good deal, right?

Well, if she hadn't fought back anyway, he would have been even more worried about her than he is already. Not having fought back at all would have meant that there was something all but irrevocably and intrinsically broken here - he's confident in his ability to at least figure out how to fix whatever physical issues might pop up with all of this. If he can't do it himself, he can still find someone else who can. But ... anything beyond that? He can't fix that. He can't even begin to fix that.

They wouldn't let her. Fuck. ] Well, there's one thing we can agree on, at least. [ It's meant to be light, but the tone is absolutely humorless. ] Just x-rays and a scan, okay? Won't take long at all, promise. J's good at these. Look, see, here's the table, I just gotta set you down and let the man do his scans, then I'll be right back over.