Kyle will find Wilhelm half twisted around and neck craning to peer into the crown of the tree. His expression crashes down from alarm into sheepishness as he realizes who's up there. Meanwhile, the offending stick has landed somewhere in the grass.

"I wasn't trying to hit you," he explains with an urgency that belongs on the defense stand.

Just as quickly, he realizes the situation doesn't call for that degree of seriousness. After weeks of waiting for the worst, his paranoia is ready to jump at the smallest noise. Sighing, he pushes his hand through his hair, then tilts his gaze back up at Kyle.

"Were you...napping up there?"