[So that's what it is. Frankly, it's ridiculous, but it is how he feels and she does respect that more than anything else.]

You warned me about it, and I'm the one that accepted it as a possibility. What else could you expect from yourself? No one can control their instincts twenty-four seven, Boxer.

[Her non-inked fingers card through his hair.]

So I've got some extra colors here and there, but I'm perfectly safe.

[So it's okay. Sure, there's a row of perfect little rings along her hips, but she has faith that it'll all fade - or at least be easily covered - by the time she has to go to work. Obviously it'd better to not be splattered on every single time, but she doesn't have to tell him that, he's already beating himself up one lane and then zigzagging down the other with it.]