Disclaimer: Not mine.
It's dark. He looks at the ceiling, wondering what the hell he's gotten himself into. Wondering why he's started this thing at all. Four marriages, with a divorce each... he was asking for trouble. He should just break it off now. Stop it before either of them become too attached, before he hurts her.
He guesses that's really what he's afraid of. Not being hurt himself, but hurting her. He already cares too much. Too much to think clearly, too much for it to remain professional, that much is obvious.
Although, he thinks, perhaps he doesn't care too much.
Maybe it's too little.