[The mention of Alistair's name makes this one get that look on his face, that odd mix of tenderness, ruefulness, and just a little bit of regret.

That, however, is an issue for another time. You're with him, and he's yours. Apparently, though, he has to remind you of that.

Drawing in close, to press his forehead against yours.]

To be honest, I was glad that you stayed so close. I'm just not at my best lately. [Stroking your cheek, still keeping your gaze.] And it's hard for me to open up about these things. You know I can't afford to lose it. Not while things are like this.