[Ah, maybe just a little bit. Perhaps he didn't want to focus on the dire circumstances of home when... the hotel had been such a departure from all of that. A relief, a vacation. Nothing dogging at their heels, not even the threat of the parasite to gnaw away at their brains and transform them into an illithid. This place? Could only grant him one of those blessings.

Winter frowns at him, but he forces a smile. Wry and barely-there.]

Just a bit knee-deep in shit, yes.

[He sighs, and one hand abandons its attempt at putting product in Winter's hair, all for the sake of roving the back of a knuckle down the side of the warlock's face.]

The idea still scares me, you know. [Not news, but. Worth reiterating.] We need all the help we can get, but I wonder if it should ever be worth it if I end up losing you.