He starts a little at her touch, the muscles in his tummy tightening reflexively as his eyes jump to meet hers. Of course he's not okay, but she's the last person he wants to take out his frustration on. Slowly, though he's sure his expression betrays him, he nods a careful but silent 'yes.'

"Do you want to help me move the armoire in front of the window?" It's very serious and very earnest, said with a vulnerability he doesn't use around just anyone. And if she says 'no' he'll just try to move it by himself tbh. It isn't rational and a silly piece of hotel furniture isn't going to protect them, but he can't deal with sleeping next to all that glass tonight.