Major does his best to regain his composure, closing his eyes, exhaling a slow and steady breath of air to calm the jitters in his fingers. Bits of his normal self peek through, and when he opens his eyes again, they're full of apologies and embarrassment. Dragging his lip under his teeth, he hesitates before asking,

"I know this is ... all really weird? And I'm sorry?" He sounds like himself. "There's an explanation, but ... I ... can't really give it to you .. like, not yet. But maybe .. eventually? But in the meanwhile, this," he motions to himself and the ridiculous extravagance he's managed to create, "is my reality for the next, like .... week. And I'm so sorry. I'm not mad you."