[If he had only done the kiss, he wouldn't be as frazzled as he is right now. He might still feel embarrassed and a bit guilty for kissing a friend in that manner, but the real reason he's so out of it was what he said to her- while she was deep in slumber - still weighs in his mind.

Which Monika makes no reference to it. Either she really did not hear anything he said, or is good at hiding it... Though the latter is impossible to hide from him. She likely didn't hear anything, which he's glad.... And upset. He's not sure why he's feeling this contradictory feelings. Monika confuses him, still.

He swallows the needless concerns away, just as he takes a deep breath, calming himself down to his usual composure. He's glad that Monika understands that it's probably just something weird they're dealing with rather than him taking advantage of her during her most vulnerable.]

Right.... You were so deep in your sleep. No matter how much I shake you, you wouldn't wake up. .... I was getting worried.

[He adds the last part hastily. Unsure if he should've shared that last part with her or not, but it's out now regardless. Seeking a better position than simply staring her down, he sits back down on the blanket. His hand remains connected with her while his other hand lands on the edge of blanket, a finger pricked by a blue rose that still had its thorn. His hand twitches and there's a small wince visible on his face, but it quickly goes away.]

The only way to wake you up was with a kiss.

[If he knew about the story, he'd make a reference to that.]