[He is, of course, very quick to answer the door - already, the smell of coffee is wafting around him out through the doorway, clearly set up just for her. Just as before.

And he's smiling brightly, as bright as he can manage, when he sees her -

Only for that smile to falter at the sight of her EGO suit.

...

Yeah, of course she'd be wearing that. Right? She needs it. To feel safe.
Around him.

His smile is still there, but it's a bit strained as he moves to the side to invite her in.]

Here - please, come in... I've already started coffee for you.
And, ah - I've... purchased "proper" milk, too. If you'd like.

[... All he had otherwise were dairy-free alternatives, so.]