The place is partially destroyed. Dust in the air. Chris finishes checking the perimeter before finally looking at you.

"Are you hurt?" You say you're fine.

He doesn't seem convinced. He approaches, firmly grasps your wrist, examining it.

"Stay behind me next time." It's not a harsh order. It's disguised concern. You tease him, saying you don't need a babysitter.

He sighs.

"I know you don't." His gaze softens slightly.

"But I need to know you're safe." Silence between you.

He slowly pulls his hand away, but his fingers still brush against your skin for another second.