His vision swims as he blinks up at the ceiling, feeling her knee come down on his leg hard in an unforseen complication. The pain isn't acute, focusing more on catching his breath than assessing any injury. He's going to need an actual break if she wants to go again.

"Two to two?" he asks softly, turning his head to look at her. There's a strange urge that slides into his bones then, not to get away but to pull her closer. He doesn't move, but he feels the way it would feel anyway and is momentarily breathless all over again. Remembering himself, he stutters out the real question. "You okay?"