"We can talk about that later," Severus answered quietly, with a small smile, and he stroked the pad of his thumb lightly over her knuckles before releasing her hand. "I would hate to spoil your supper, as well." Then he nodded toward her bowl and plate, and even picked up his own spoon, intending to take at least a bite or two. Because he wouldn't want to disappoint her on that score, either.
If they did talk about it later, he still wasn't entirely certain what he was going to say. That it hurt his ickle feelings to know she didn't want to date him? Talk about pathetic. But his feelings were especially sensitive wherever Lily was concerned, and they always had been. The mere thought of confiding what had been troubling him filled him with dread. It was one thing if she thought him a murderer. It was quite another if she thought him weak.
But until supper was over, he wasn't going to dwell on that possible conversation, or he would only tie his stomach in impossible knots again, just as they were starting to relax. So, after giving her another small smile, he took a bite of soup.