He felt pretty confident that he could've managed those ministrations for a while longer, but he still sighs in relief when she draws back, even if it's with a soft little whine at the loss of that contact. He drops his hands, one arm resting on the table while the other reaches for her, wrapping around her waist when she comes closer.

"it's alright."

He smiles at her, her fingers in his hair relaxing him again.

"I'm sorry, Trish. It's just... complicated."