Shrieky looks slightly shocked. He hadn't meant to alarm Wolfgang, but it's clear enough that he has done, whether intending to or not. Dropping his hand from Wolfgang, he reaches up to press his palm across his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat against his own hand, trying to indicate that he had been breathless, or he would have opened the conversation differently. "I scared you. I'm sorry."

He's still breathing heavily, and there's a frown crossing his features now. Was there some reason why the other man was so on edge? Had something happened? Shrieky straightens up slightly, and tilts his head back, looking up at him, "Are you all right?"