I always have to work. [He points out, not seeing how that changes things. Only, she cries harder, tears dropping from her cheeks onto his muscled forearm.]

Whoa, whoa. What? What happened? [He's wide awake now, eyes blinking as she turns, their eyes meeting, his arms tightening around her.] Babe, you know me. I worry more when you don't tell me shit. S'you. [Anybody else, it wouldn't matter. But if it involves Rachel, and she hides it from him... he can't. He just can't do it. He'll be on edge all night unless she levels with him, right now.] Rachel. [His fingers stroke lightly over bare skin, his gaze steady, alert.]