"No I can make it here. You ... have a pot right?" He looked around the kitchen. That was pretty important for stew but even if she didn't maybe he could borrow one from the bar. He'd get Tifa to understand somehow.
"Ellie. It's okay. Really. I don't mind. I'm just happy you're here and away from all of that for awhile." He understood in his own way how it was going through something that stuck with a person for awhile, messed them up, gave them nightmares. He just hid everything behind a smiling facade for everyone else's sake.