*inwardly winces (and now?), thinking that this is not exactly how he'd envisioned meeting you again—for one thing, his ideal didn't involve him falling asleep at the wheel* *wishes, for a moment, that these were still the days of old-school gallantry (he would draw his sword and lay it at your feet and beg your forgiveness with silence and bended knee)*
*softly, carefully, hoping you might look up* I'm awake. For the first time in a long, long time.