Her voice is what finally snaps him out of his head far enough to be able to draw a stabbing breath and sit up. He stumbles out of his bed, crashes to his knees and then pushes himself up again towards the door. There's a moment of fumbling as he tries to unlock the door before he shoots his hand out of the gap and grabs hold of her to make sure she can't leave.

It's shameful, how little control he has over himself. He doesn't like the woman, nor would he ever want her to see him in this state, but whatever mockery or bribery she tries couldn't be worse than the thought of being alone.

He keeps his head bent to hide the sweat and tears under his hair as he opens the door further and tugs her in.