Exactly, which is why he's keeping that sliver of doubt to himself. Mostly because he's really aching to touch her right now, even if it means being a little reckless.

"Yes, I'll— I'll be fine."

His fingers trace down the cleavage of her shirt, blindly reaching down to the next button, then the one after, slowly undoing each of them. The knuckles of his hands brush along her skin the farther down they move, and once her shirt's open all the way down, he maps around her waist with his palms.