[It does feel vaguely blasphemous that she kept his attention that long. But so did… a lot, earlier. The strayed focus is noticed, but not a bother. Somehow.]

If that happens again… what should I do.

And before[, and there’s just the slightest twinge of energy here, more firmness than agitation,] you tell me not to take responsibility… I know. I just think, if we’re here…

[ . . . ]

I don’t have your instincts.
[Not self-deprecating. Just true.]