"I hear that," Jean-Leon agreed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his House Issued sweatpants. "This definitely hasn't been the greatest day." The little freak out he'd had in front of Cecilia was still embarrassing him a few hours later. But he was staunchly not thinking about that. Maybe he should ink up her door for her name project.
Jerking his head toward the solid door of the study, he said, "You shouldn't feel sorry for what your subconscious makes you do. It's involuntary yeah? So it ain't a thing. 'course I'm gonna check up on someone who wakes up like that." And he'd like to believe most people would, honestly, especially with this group. Creepy house in a weird town? Screaming could mean anything.
But right now it meant this guy needed some kinda care. "I doubt this is even close to where you're used to walking, but we can go for one if you want," he offered. "I'm just sorry it happens enough that you do have a routine. If you need to talk it out that's cool too, I listen pretty well."