*would reassure you that, yes, he knows you love him and you love sex with him (the feeling's mutual), but your fingers are keeping him quiet and the edge in your voice is more than plain tiredness*
*sits up and shades his eyes from the sudden brightness, utterly perplexed (isn't that the condom/lube/Other drawer? but you don't want to...?)* *isn't even sure what he's looking at until the pills rattle inside the container, and his stomach does a strange flip (what's wrong why are you on drugs why didn't you tell me?)* What... what are they for?