He kept glancing out of the corner of his eye as he took care of her cut. He expected her to do... something. Maybe shove him away?

"I know, querida. It's okay." He tried gathering her in his arms again. Maybe holding her close would help her. Or maybe just help him.

It was too much of an odd hour of the night for him to even try to figure out if he was just adding a burden to her life. Or her mood was affecting him. "I still love you. I'm not going anywhere."