"This is the face of a man that believes you." He tries for a smile that settles somewhere polite as the pain in his chest eases. So. This is his 'lover'.

God she looks like she's in college. Why is this his life? Relegated to role of cradlerobber. At least he just...needs to dote and keep her alive. He can manage that.

He thinks.

He hopes.

"Seriously, let me carry the box, tell me what we're doing." At least then he'll be present enough to haul them both out of danger if it rolls around.