He jerks awake when he hears that voice Fuck. Oh god, he has screwed up so badly this time. Stares at Carolina in abject horror for a moment before the rest of him catches up and he scrambles out of bed, out of the warm circle of York's arms. It's hard to look properly respectful when you're dressed in what amounts to pyjamas, but he does his best, spine straight, hands clasped behind him.

"Carolina, I-" He doesn't have an excuse. He doesn't have anything. Not this time.