"Am I going to have to come off the morphine, too?" he asked. "Ohhh, that's going to suck," he said with a wince. Not just because he loved the cozy blanket of protection it put between him and the outside world, but because he knew that underneath it lay a lot of physical hurt.
That forehead kiss made him feel a little better. There was a real sweetness with it, and there was something in it that said he was honestly cared about.
"Will it hurt, if I end up... If I change?" he asked. "You can be honest," he added.