He's not cry-laughing for long - the breakdown he'd had a short while back had taken care of most of the emotional overload, and this is just one of the last bits of it. He reaches up with his now-free hand as he breathes, laying it against her cheek. "Why are you apologizing when I'm the one who shot you?"

His voice wavers just a bit on those last few words. He may be doing better, but he's not back to a hundred percent yet.