He's still holding his cup of coffee, which he realises when he raises his hands slightly in what's meant to be a soothing gesture. It doesn't really make a difference, but he feels the need to get rid of it, and wavers awkwardly for a moment before walking over to the kitchen counter to put it down. He doesn't walk up right beside Albert, but he also doesn't go to the other end of the counter either.

"It's okay," he says, finally. "I was just surprised. You didn't ..." He clears his throat quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong."