Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

[On the bright side, she isn't freaking out and throwing shit. Could this be a preview of how she'll act when he brings it up for real? Maybe. Probably not. She'll probably freak out. Maybe get mad.] I love you, too, baby. [He strokes his fingers through her hair, cupping her face in his hands and drawing her face close to his for a kiss.] I love you. And if shit happens to me when I'm working, I want you to be there, and if you're just my girlfriend or my roommate, they won't let you be. If you're married to me, they'll let you make decisions for me, and if shit happens to me, they'll take care of you, and you'll have insurance and shit. And then if you want to get married for real, we do it after your Tony. This is just... so you're safe and shit. Just because I'm a cop, babe. [The Forever-ever rings in his ears, though, and - would it be so bad if she remembered this conversation in the morning, as long as she remembered what SHE said, too?]