Eobard wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. He'd only stepped in because it had been painfully obvious that Eddie was panicking. And he was more than useless when he got in that state. When he'd started wondering exactly how she was going to get to the hospital, it really had seemed like if he let Eddie handle things, she'd end up having the baby on the middle of the sidewalk in the dead of night. So he'd taken her to the hospital. No plot, no plan, no ulterior motive. He hadn't even really stuck around very long after he'd dropped her off at the front desk. Long enough, really, for her to get a glimpse of his face.
Normally, that wouldn't be an issue. People tended to assume he was Harrison Wells long before it dawned on them that he wasn't. But with such an obvious display of his abilities, well, he couldn't exactly disguise his role in things.
Still. Her reaction had been... not what he'd been expecting. She seemed genuinely grateful. Not only that, she seemed to want to... associate with him. Was that the word? He'd never actually tried to define it before outside of the context of his plans. He'd had colleagues, associates, assistants, pawns, dupes, co-conspirators, but outside of... Whatever his relationship with Hartley had evolved into the brief time before he'd destroyed it, he hadn't had anything that even ventured into the realm of friendly. But this was...
Eobard could say one thing, though. Somehow, Eddie had found someone who was just as cluelessly open and accepting as he was. Maybe even more so.
He felt a bit of a doofus, standing in front of the door with a tiny stuffed golden retriever toy and blanket in hand as it opened, but the second she addressed him, he felt a little more at ease. Tea. He could do tea. He was well practiced at small talk during drinks, "That sounds lovely, thank you," He said, stepping into the apartment. "I'm doing relatively well," As well as one could be when they spent most of their time alone. "How are you settling in? You look... quite recovered."