He really hadn't expected her to invite him in - oh, he'd hoped she would, but after the disaster of meeting her on the sidewalk the other day, well, he wouldn't have held it against her if she'd slammed the door in his face. But she didn't, she asked him to come in, and he smiled gratefully, probably looking a lot more relieved than even he meant to as he stepped inside.

Of course, when she said she'd been under the weather he believed her, it made more sense to him than her looking awful because of him, because suddenly that seemed very self-centered. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well - but you look fine. I mean, you don't have to get dressed up just for me or anything, he said, standing to the side to let her close the door. And even though he didn't mean to, he couldn't help the way he perked up when she asked if he wanted coffee - lunch had been a long time ago, but he hadn't thought to stuff more than a couple of dollars into his pocket before he'd left. "That would be... really nice, actually, but if you're not feeling well I can make it. Just show me where you keep it." He smiled, though he was suddenly aware that maybe he'd made coffee here before, maybe a hundred times, he had no idea. All the same, it was like being here for the first time, this place looking as foreign as the house across the street had - though the face here was admittedly a lot prettier. "I probably should've called...."