"Shut up, Diego. I'm putting a moratorium on talking about work for at least twelve hours. Depending on how you are when you wake up, when you wake up, I might make that a whole day." Guilt niggled at her, and she felt like she'd been lacking in taking care of him. He'd been working himself to the bone, and she'd let him, because he seemed content. But she should know better than that. He had very little in the way of self care reserves, meaning she was going to need to pay more attention to him and that wall he kept running into.

His hand in hers had a soft peace going through her for a moment, but that guilt was still forefront in her thoughts. "Want to stop and grab a pita or something on the way home? Something quick we don't have to make."