An interesting turn. His nostrils perk up at the waffles and he smiles softly - but then lowers his gaze.

"...And you're okay."

He pauses, staring at his hands, "As long as you tell me that, I'll believe it. Because I trust you. I just-"

His chest hurts and he thinks. Ask someone out to coffee or tea. Dinner or Lunch.

He stares at the waffles and his own plate, looking at Sir Apple with a smile, and then back at her."

"I know things are tough right now, but I just want you to know...I care about you a lot. And not just because I'm an angel. But you and-I care."

There. That seems to work.