He had not expected a kiss on the cheek; hoped for it yes, but expected it? No, Neville found himself flushing slightly, his free hand moving to take one of the bags.
"If you want to bring it, sure then," he said, thinking she probably knew best, "And I expect you have a beach picked out? I had thought to suggest the one I went to, as a child," and he paused, "But it is usually cold and I think you want someplace warmer?" he said, taking the diaper bag as well as the basket, putting the towels over his shoulder. His basket was larger, but had a blanket and a small towel for himself as well as the treats he'd brought. He stood, waiting, loaded with things in each arm.
After a moment, he piped up, "I didn't think to bring Olivia flowers, her or her mother. I...I am sorry about that," and after a moment, he added, "I wanted to. I thought about sending you flowers all week," he admitted as he stood waiting, not sure if she could hear him as she looked about for her shoes. He spoke quietly, almost to himself, "I wasn't sure if I should. I didn't want to..didn't want to overwhelm you or...or push you," he said again.