Christine.

[Maybe it's a little too... presumptuous to outright grab Christine's shoulders, but he does anyway. He holds her as firmly as he'll allow, and while she's free to move her head about, he's doing his best to get her to look him in the eyes.]

Nothing you could do could ever make me want to watch you die. Or find you dead.

[That horrible tightness in his throat is back. The idea of losing Christine as well -- it doesn't sit right.]

Please. Christine. My actions today might have indicated otherwise, but I cannot fathom losing you. Not you too.