She'd let her hand fall away after delivering that pinch, waiting until it was down by her side to brush her thumb over the pads of her fingers, as if she could find some lingering trace of him there. But her eyes stayed trained right on him, softening with confusion, and then worry. What did he mean? Did he really need to look so sad, just because she had an unrequited love?

"... Well, you really shouldn't have tried to stop my head earlier," she said at last, because she just couldn't imagine what else he might be referring to. Was he trying to lighten the mood with jokes about his injuries? Was that what was happening now?