[ Fingers tighten around her palms for a moment to indicate that he'll be letting go, and he does— but not without patting the bed first, letting the sound of soft mattress echo through the quiet to prove that it's there and solid. Safe. ]

Long enough. You make it sound more glamorous than it is, really.

[ He smiles to himself as he starts peeling his mask and shirt off, winces as the fabric clings to the cuts he's gotten over the course of the night. ]

As for hurting, well. It comes with the territory.