"Ah, no, no, no," I protest instantly, noting at last the tear tracks on his face. "No, don't worry about me. I just want you to be okay."

And if I'm far too invested in him, well, that's my problem. Not his.

He runs a finger along a line of remembered pain on my arm, nothing much, and I look down. "That's old, and I'm fine," I say gently. "Ankh. Getting hurt is just part of being human. I accepted that a long time ago. Please don't worry about me."