"Good."

Doc looks like he's at a loss for words, for a moment or two, before he nods and then leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I shud go," he indicates the direction of his room, vaguely, with an errant motion of his hand and that half of his body. "M'gonna be alright, jus some sleep," he yawns, suddenly tired. "An'll be 'kay. Luv you. Lots. Love s'good, real good."

Another kiss to her hair, before he smiles.

"G'night darlin'."