Now is not the time to be arguing this, he knows that much. Doc slowly pushes himself up off the floor and kicks his own boots off when he stands, before he sits on the edge of the bed at her side. He reaches over with a hand to lightly take one of hers.

"You may not think you do, but I gotta disagree. No matter what happened out there. But we don't gotta talk about this right now if you're tired."

And I know you're tired.

(Hell, he's already tired just from hanging onto his emotions.)

"You need to rest and lie down a little while, it will help you feel better."