He smiles a bit sadly. He doesn't want to take it off. He'd warned her, the night before, that he always wants to wear it. He wants to be able to touch and be touched. He wants to wear it until it blinds him with pain.

But he won't do that to her. Were it just him and Mimsy on this trip, he might. But he won't put someone else through that. So, instead, he walks out of the room and starts to get dressed in his many layers. Lastly, he pulls his gloves on, and removes the suppressor, putting it back in its box, that had fallen on the floor. Then he slips that final glove on, and once again, he's Wither, the untouchable guy with a deadly power.

He sighs and offers her the box. "Keep this safe?" For him, for both of them.