Stone Circle i get so worried; i get so low

He's not necessarily surprised when a soft voice interrupts his thoughts; he'd thought he could smell Outlander nearby, but he'd dismissed it as wishful thinking. For a moment, he finds it irritatingly ironic that he's being followed by a guy who apparently takes such offense to being followed — but he's too tired and sad to linger on it. He pauses and turns slightly to look at his friend, chuffing a greeting.
You're up late, He murmurs when he's close enough, smiling a little wryly as if to acknowledge the irony of his own statement. His expression sobers a moment later, concerned and a touch anxious. Do you need anything? How are you feeling?