She opened her mouth to tell him that she didn't want to talk about it, but he cut her off with a stern glare. "Don't," he warned, protectively. "Don't tell me it's nothing. Don't tell me not to worry about it. That's what you and I do, alright?" He placed a kiss to her feverish lips and brushed away a damp curl. "We talk to each other, and we worry about each other." He kissed her again. "Fuck, you're hot."