Grace shakes her head quickly, not so self-absorbed as to hold that against him now. "You will next time," she says. "It's alright." She can't begin to guess what's happened, but it doesn't truly matter. If he wants to tell her, he will. If he doesn't, then she'll be here all the same. "We can just stay in tonight, I don't mind. Come on, let's sit."

She'll pretend it's because she walked here in heels if she has to, but she can handle a little walk just fine and she's sure he knows it. The main thing is getting him sitting and steady again. It's the damnedest thing, looking at him now, feeling this desire to take care of him. It's not exactly a common urge for her, and she hardly knows how to start anyway. She's never been meant to be some angel in the house, ready to tend to her man's needs outside of the bedroom, but she's trying. He makes her want to.