He offered her a small smile at the grin, mostly because he was grateful for what she was doing. He set the cup with the sugar sprinkles down in front of her. He wasn't really choosing, it was just the one he happened to put there, before sliding in to sit opposite her.
He didn't know what to talk about, what to say. Almost everything came back to what happened, and he didn't know how to avoid it. "I think you might have been right about this," he said when he tried the hot drink.