Okay, something's not right. He'd tried to alleviate whatever it was with cake, but that obviously wasn't the right idea. He sets his beer down in the nearest surface and walks back to her, sitting on the floor in front of the couch.

He's not sure what to say, because he's not sure what he did. "I'm sorry. I'm trying." He thinks for a moment. Should be bring the beer back? "What do you need? Tell me."