The first morning he wakes up and they're still in bed together, he freezes, not sure what to do, not sure what to say or how to move. The helmet is watching him from across the room, the soft hitch of her breath nearby half asleep half waking an odd vulnerability to be listening to, somehow different from his hands and mouth on her because that's something she'd asked him for, had shown him how to do, had -

His mouth is dry as he starts to move, and he can hear her breathing shift into awake as he puts the helmet back on, knows that she's been lying there waiting for him to leave.