Logically, he saw no reason for them to be pulled apart. He was obeying the orders he had been given - to monitor the other weapon for signs of further damage, and otherwise to simply make sure he was healing well. That was what he was doing - in fact, pressed this close, he was made all the more aware of signs of pain and discomfort that had previously been masked even to him.

And they were...distressing. It wasn't just that he didn't want this man to be damaged further. He found himself caring, worrying about, whether he was comfortable, wanting to do what he could to aid his comfort in whatever small way he could. He felt sorrow, something keener than the usual disappointment of a failed mission, that the other man had been damaged. More than that, he felt sorrow that he hadn't been there to help.

There was no logical reason that they should be pulled apart - and yet, as he also grappled with this rush of unfamiliar feelings that at the same time were so familiar he couldn't breathe - it was a fear he also shared.

"No, we're not." Whispered back just as softly. They never were. They were always under surveillance, always being monitored somehow, in the base or in the field. They were doubtless being watched here. It was just...a fact of life, if what they had could be called a life.

He shook his head, trying to chase that thought away, but it clung like a burr. Still, he at least tried to focus on the task at hand.

"...you should sleep. I'll stay here."