The way she says that makes his cheeks burn in a way he can feel, turning away abruptly when she does, his heart inexplicably picking up speed. He wonders if she can hear it beat, or maybe the constant whir of the arc reactor alongside it that he's long ago tuned out. He thinks it's probably white noise though he should try to sleep on his other side so she doesn't have to deal with the light. "You said it better than me," he admits, nodding succinctly.

He picks up his phone and puts it back on the top of the table, slipping his other leg under the blankets and tugging experimentally on them to make sure he won't disturb her with the motion later. "Are you, um. Ready for the light to go out? I just want to, warn you that the reactor is really bright and if it bothers you..." Feeling strangely self-conscious about it in a way he hasn't in a long time, he moves to hunker down and and draw the top blanket up around his throat so he can poke one foot out the other side.