"I'm sorry," he murmurs contritely, shifting with her a bit so he can wrap a arm around her once she settles against him. "Doc said I'd been out a few days?"

He had to have been for her to get here, to be here and...fuck.

"They've got some kind of rocket launcher, Charlie..." He didn't remember much, but Miles had told him what happened. "You shouldn't be here."

At the front. In his tent, with the target he was. "I never wanted to put you in danger..."

But, notsbly, his arm doesn't loosen to push her away. She can protest all she wants. His job puts him in danger, always. Her position in his life shouldn't (even if he knows it does. If people realized she was more than his plaything, found out how he felt about her, she'd be in even more danger, though. Thank Christ, no one believed he had a heart anymore.