[He's hoping he'll see. He can, will do these things too, if preserving himself to avoid hurting Beckett is less of a concern (or would be a double standard he would be unable to hold himself to at any rate, unable to bear Beckett's own risks while he himself does nothing).

But just to hear he'll be at his side again... He sighs, audibly relieved.]

I'm glad. I at least- at least can make this meal for you. I hate breaking my promises, but most of all to you.

[Bad enough he can't keep his promise to Winter in his state. Bad enough he knows he can't promise Beckett he will stay safe if he is asked to, knowing what lingering and waiting and worrying does to him.]