"That's..just shh, okay?" She raised one of her hands and put a finger to his lips. Utter serious was etched on her face, and she made a point to look him in the eyes as she spoke. "Doesn't matter. Well, I mean, yes of course it matters, b-but you don't have to explain yourself to me. I believe you. I'm a doctor, remember?" She gave him a wry smile, afraid that smiling completely (if she could even manage it) would be inappropriate.

"I only saw them for a little bit but they looked old, and you seem perfectly fine, but I know that...well, sometimes old urges come back. And I just wanted you to be able to come talk to me if...if that ever happened." Her fingertips of her left hand idly brush against the end of his sleeve by his wrist. "I....don't want you to feel like you have to hide it." Her words are sorrowful at the tail end of her statement, the hand on his lips moving to cup his cheek.

She was quiet now, giving him his chance to speak. But her eyes were fixed on him; open, caring, and gentle. He was far from worthless in her eyes. But she didn't know how to make him see that.