His eyes had drifted shut, but they snap open as soon as she moves. Omega straightens up, alarmed by the sudden shift in her mood -- damn it, maybe even so little was too much? At times like this, he still ends up frozen. He wants to provide the comfort she needs, but is it safe to approach her or not?

There's a tension in her that means something is coming, and Omega braces himself for whatever it is, if she has something to say or if she's simply going to scream or try to claw him across the face. That last one hasn't happened in a while, at least not with the active aggression it used to have behind it. But he'd much rather she hurt him than suffer in worse pain alone--

When she finally does speak, he furrows his brow, the catch in her voice turning the whole room colder around him. He's behind her then, and once again ignores the risk to wrap her up tight in his arms, his body forming a not-entirely-unconscious shield between her and the rest of the world. It's always been an instinct to do that. Now it's a necessity.

"Stop," he says, pressing his face into her neck. "Don't give them that. Any of it."