[He's calmed down enough that he doesn't jump when he hears the door open behind him, but he does turn his head to look back at her. But his gaze doesn't linger, and soon he's looking back up at the sky -- a hand quietly reaching up and wiping at his face before she can get close enough to see why.]

I thought the cool night air would help calm me down. [...] I'm... sorry for waking you up like that. As terrible as it was to be the one experiencing it, I can't imagine it was any easier being a spectator.