[It's probably a testament to his self-control that his smile widens only the tiniest of fractions, and that his tone keeps its effortless calm... perhaps a little too effortless, actually. The kind that is so good at seeming nonchalant it has to be faked.]
Sure did. I figured it's gonna be a busy day, with all the changes an' everythin', so I wanted to get you somethin' nice.
[The way his smile softens a little is not faked, nor is the little hum he makes, pausing to simply look at Art for a moment-- but then he sighs again, shaking his head with something akin to resignation.]
But I know you can be real determined to do things your way, so if you say it can't be helped, then I guess it really can't. I'm just gonna have to stand, hm, right here, an' wait for your shift to end. I'll hold on to these chocolates for you, don't worry 'bout that- I'll make sure you can see them just fine, know they ain't goin' nowhere.
[He ends the speech with a bright, reassuring smile, and really, where's his Academy Award? Surely he deserves one.]