Only a second after the door was open she was in his arms. He wasn't about to blame her for the timing, and returned the hug equally, one hand resting against her hair, the bag holding the ginger tea hanging loose in his other hand where it rested against her back. If this was what she needed to feel even remotely better, then he was glad of it.
"It isn't under the best of circumstances, but I'm glad you think so," he responded, moving in to the apartment with her and shutting the door behind him. He didn't really think it was necessary, but he locked the door again all the same. For her sake if for nothing else. Now all he had to do was think of a way to keep her mind off things. That had never been a skill of his. He tended to put his foot in his mouth at the worst possible moments. Tea. He could make her tea. With what he hoped was a reassuring smile in her direction, he moved through to her kitchen.