*remains in his defeated position, awaiting a reaction. When none is forthcoming, he raises his head for a moment and sees her standing there, trembling. Thinking it's out of laughter, he straightens up and begins again.*
[color=2e3192]Aheh. Sorry about that. I didn't...wait, what? Are...are you crying?! GAH! What happened?! Are you hurt? Oh man, I knew I hit you pretty hard...do you need me to, I dunno, get a bandage or something? I can get you some first aid, we have a kit back at the café. Or, or, uh, do you need me to take you home or something oh god stop talking find out what's wrong first before making promises agh.[/color]
*has worked himself into a frenzy, searching her for cuts, bruises, or scrapes...from an appropriate distance, of course*