( he sighs, partly resigned, partly because he knows she sometimes doesn't mean what she does, but not thinking things through, which... was one of his own faults, tended to lead her toward unexpected and undesireable results. )

I show I'm worried in a bunch of different ways, okay. ( but she's right -- that's one of them. in the end... he doesn't know what to do, so he pats her shoulder. this.

why did you want to date this? seriously??? )

It's not me worrying that I'm worried about. There's a lot of stuff you can not mean to do, but when you do it, it's been done. ... I'm way too tired to make this make sense right now.