[It's a second before he processes that. He huffs, eyebrows raised, but he doesn't bother to tell her that's not exactly what he meant. It's something. It's not the worst reaction he's ever gotten to an apology.

So he turns, looks over the top shelf, and grabs the first jar he sees with leaves in it.]

Gonna be real with you, I have no idea what tea without teabags actually looks like. You'd better make sure I didn't just give you oregano, or something. Any other tall guy things you need before I go, uh...

[He grimaces, gives up on the end of that sentence, and shrugs. Having emotions around her hasn't been a great strategy so far; his plans to go have emotions somewhere else probably don't need to be said.]