It's a little cute. Right up until that jolt. It startles him and he doesn't quite react fast enough to stop the boy from going over.

"Whoa, mijo--!" His hands go out too late and he winces at the thud, then the tight grip on his wrist.

His smile is half a grimace, but his laugh is genuine. "Hola. Welcome back to the land of the waking. I hope you didn't hit your head there. Can I have my wrist back?"