He doesn't laugh. He might have once upon a time, but the grumpy familiarity just sort of makes him ache, because mornings with Jyn were always like a mystery box he couldn't wait to unwrap. He loved her pissy waking up moods, it was hilarious to him. She always did do a number on his judgement.

He does finally look up at her, swallowing back that ache. He can be an adult about this. With a quiet sigh he stands up, slowly making his way over to put himself in her line of sight, even if she keeps blinking and glaring into the light.

"They can be dimmed, if you really want."

He's a little harried, long hair tied messily out of his face, and try as he might, he can't quite erase the concern etched in lines across his brow.