He noticed her soften, which prompted him to do the same. He had no idea why, of course. Maybe she was remembering a little brother, still over in England. Either way, it helped to absorb some of his shock. He straightened up, and took another quick drag. He was feeling less frustrated, now, and almost wanted to be charitable to her.
"Lily?" he said again, though this time he had actually planned on a follow up. "If you're not busy with whatever Pete's got you doing, would you mind picking his present up for me? FAO is only a few blocks away, and..."
Again, he cleared his throat. Again, he took a sip. "If you wouldn't mind, that is," he added. There was no sense making her. He knew very well how she felt about him. Really, it would've been best if she said no. That would put an end to all this nonsense, this yearning for something he wanted to recapture but simply could not.