"No, no, no, no," Sean fervently mutters, leaning back and gingerly pulling her over him, his arms around her protectively. Everything's all muddled in his head right now, but the way he rebels at hearing her talk like that manages to cut through the clutter, even if he's not sure what point he's trying to make, his mouth running ahead of all his thoughts. "Ye make everything better. I'd be so lost without ye, it's jus', it's too much t'fix. That's nae yer fault, it's jus' me, I, I break things, but you... ye're still here. That's all that matters, all I c'n ask from ye."