[He just blinks at her, bending over to be better able to see her face.]

Bun... I...

[Something about her expression, this fear for his well-being... It resonates somewhere. He knows he's mortal, he knows - or hopes... prays maybe, that she will outlive him. But this seems more immediate. Some part of him feels that sword of damocles hanging over his head, and it's lower than he would have thought... He puts his hand on her head.]

I'm not goin' anywhere, if I've got anything to say about it. I got way too much stuff I wanna do.

[He kisses her on the forehead, despite them being in public.]

Yep, yep, yep! That's why I try so hard not to be the perfect dad. It's tough!