"You don't have to go." Kherrie said. She wasn't looking him in the eye. She was a little freaked out about all of this, a little freaked out that it was happening all over. Or, something along the lines of what had happened before was happening again. She didn't really want him to leave, but she needed some time to think, too. To try and figure out what she was going to do about all of this.
"Here, drink these. It'll help, I promise." She said, setting all the bottles down on the coffee table in front of him as gently as she could. Then she turned to head into the kitchen, lifting both hands to run through her hair, pushing it away from her face. Her robe fell open as she moved from one room to the next.
"Would you like a coffee?" She called, but gently.