He watched Stephanie move just slightly and wince. He scratched his forehead to try to cover feeling lost.

"So, while you're here, you want me to go back to New York?" He was getting mental and emotional whiplash. He went to reach out to hold her hand and stopped with his hand over hers. He wasn't sure if that would cause her pain, too.

"You're not useless, querida. You've told people about this threat. You are going to have to slow down to my pace, though. Sorry."