It breaks Angie's heart to see Karen look worried like that. She stands and rounds the counter again, reaching up to place a gentle touch on Karen's cheek, her hand calloused from many years of hard work, but as light as she can manage as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind Karen's ear.

"You think I don't know my own wife's face? Even if it's hidden behind a mask?"

The hand slips around to the back of Karen's neck and she gets close, pressing their foreheads together.

"...Just promise me you're being safe."