Spend money on guts? What? He picked up the bag of cookies, glancing over all sides of the packaging, still wondering how this could be an international gesture of making an apology or at least how the two things could be remotely related...
Going quiet again, he set the bag of cookies aside and sat down on the bed. His gaze never left that particular spot on the covers, as if he'd suddenly remember everything if he stared long enough.
"Tell me something," he said after lapsing into a long moment of silence. He thought he felt a little guilty - about what or why, he didn't know. And guilt was one of those things that made you feel a little strange on the inside, a little more open to distractions.
"Anything's fine. After all I don't know anything about you."