"Of course." He scrambles to get the small brown paper bag from his inside jacket pocket and a pen to jot down the instructions. As he writes he motions to another brown paper bag on the table. "I brought you croissants as well in case you were hungry. I wasn't sure what you'd like, but they're fresh and light."

Setting the tea down by the croissants, he fiddles with the pen as he looks at her. "Well. Um. If I can do anything more for you... do call. Or call someone else, if you'd prefer." He's digging himself a hole the more he speaks, he knows it. "Do take care of yourself, Amelia. And do call someone, anyone, if you need anything. There's no shame in it. Really."