Molly, you're dating a profiler. Better be prepared for zero ability to hide your feelings.

He crept closer to her, his brow knitting together more and more as she spoke. If her intention was to soothe his concerns, she was failing. Miserably. "Well... I'm in this for the long haul too."

He bit his lip. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the words--he really did--but her uncertain mannerisms were putting him on edge. Something was wrong, and he didn't know what. Was it something he said? Did? "W-what precipitated this? If... If I did something that worried you..." Although he seriously couldn't think of what. He hadn't looked suicidal while he was trying to fix the air conditioner, had he?