[ He doesn't waver when she starts to cry, even though inwardly, there's more of a conflict than that. The only people he's ever truly seen cry have been Lizzy, but then others, like Madame Red, Joker, and Doll... Though the latter, he would prefer not to think about. He tries to associate these tears with Lizzy first.

He takes the handkerchief and tucks it away wordlessly, hesitates, then regards her evenly. His expression is serious, but there's a clear softness on his face. He's the kind of person that wants to present himself as the little nobleman, but there's still genuine warmth and concern underneath. ]

I know we're little more than strangers, but...

[ He looks to the side, shyly, but it's brief. He looks back to Peko before long. ]

I cannot do much, but should you need anything, I'll be here. So much as I can be, at least.