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[acontrollist]

[Honestly? She feels vaguely like crying.]

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[but_idontlie]

[He feels better now that she knows she's fine, that she has some sort of explanation for this. He never worried about much - money, maybe, or Quinn and Beth - but things are different with Rachel, and they always have been. His job doesn't help much, revealing the carefully-hidden underbelly of the world to him, especially in the dark. Bad things happen in the dark, and - after a particularly bad case, or something that hits a little close to home - he'll call her, just to make sure that she's home, just to make sure that she's okay. She really does need to keep a weapon for protection. He needs to work on that.]

[But she's okay. That's what matters here. Work is kicking her ass and they don't get enough time together (but what is enough time together?), but they're both okay, and she's snuggling into his arms right now.] Babe, you can talk to me about this stuff, okay? [His encouragement is gentle; he just wants her to know.] M'not gonna get grossed out when you talk about Shark Week. [And maybe his lips curve in a tiny tired smile.] You know it doesn't change anything. I'm still totally up for it. If that doesn't isn't gross for me, then none of it is. S'normal. S'good. [Shark Week = No Babies. Neither of them is prepared for that now, with the way that she works and he works and how they're still somewhat struggling. Sure, they have enough now, but if they added a third person to their family, that would change things. He hasn't put in enough time on the force yet. She's not a veteran of the stage yet. They have Beth plenty, and it's like practice for sometime in the future, but as far as having their own child? Not yet. And they're both okay with that, he knows. His fingers tug her hair gently once more.] Wanna go lie down with me? Get you stuff if it hurts? I'll hold you.