"I was afraid," she breathed the words when his hand touched her cheek, and she looked away, looked down at her hands. "I was afraid my hand would slip, and-" She stopped, and turned to press a kiss to the palm of his hand before she listened to his promises. "There's- There's crash rooms on every floor, I could grab a couple hours but still be close."

She knew she was hitting the bottom of the barrel, and the strain is cracking whatever facade she's built. "I don't want to leave you." It's a quiet admission, and she hesitated only for a second before she slipped her hand from his. She instead leaned forward - careful not to touch him, because she knows how this works. She knows, from before, how things will hurt him.

She kissed him slowly before pulling back. Her forehead touched his for a second before she sat back, still on the edge of the bed.