"Let me do that." Lesgle takes a turn struggling with the waistcoat buttons. It's a lot of work. He's sniffling exhaustedly from the effort by the time he's done.

"Well. I was--dot expectig them, exactly. But I very quickly rebebbered theb! --Ugh, exguse be--" Blowing his nose brings temporary relief. "But it's--it's disconcerting. I still half expect to see black sky and stars out the windows."

He flops back down onto the bed.