She stayed, though he suspected that she stayed because he asked, not because she particularly wanted to. He turned back to making the tea so she could sit without meeting his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he told her. For fumbling so badly. For not being what she needed. He glanced at her over his shoulder. "I hope this doesn't mean you won't... take up my offer again. If you need to." Because he'd already learned something about how to handle it. That counted for something, right?