Graham continues to watch her closely, fully aware that his lips were curved down in a small frown. He wishes he could do something to help her - he just isn’t sure what, besides always being by her side and doing whatever she asked him too. “I think that’s a job I’m ready to take on,” he assures, smiling a bit towards her. Carefully he climbs onto the bed and lies down, fingers reaching out to try and pull her closer. “C’mon - you need to lay down for a little while.”
“Bu’ wha’ if I throw up an’ can’t ge’ ‘ a bucket in time?” Despite her worries, Briony lowers herself down besides him, turning and scooting closer to him. “I love you, y’know. I don’ think I’ve ever loved anythin’ this much…. probably. I dunno.” She gently kisses his nose, a finger reaching forwards to poke his cheek. “I’m always so afraid tha’ you’ll…” Cue an exasperated sigh. “You’ll take off, once I become too much t’ ‘andle. I mean, I’m drama’ic, over-excitable, and an all-around drama master. Bu’, I was being silly, wasn’t I?”