Garrot knows that if he pushes the situation too hard, it'll break. He knew before, but it was at the back of his mind, ignored in favor of friendship and a grandiose preconception of how this night was going to go. So he sees Zafika's subtle retreat, he hears them say they don't deserve a gift, and he just exhales softly through his nose. He's not going to sigh, not at all that.

"I have four wonderful, flawed children. I know what an accident looks like." One hell of an accident, but he doesn't sound angry about it. Instead, he's calm. Accepting. It's not like they can go back in time. "Nobody's ever going to know this happened. Besides, people have gotten me gifts even after I've done stupid things, so why are you any different?" You're not, Zafika. Besides, Garrot decides if you deserve this gift, that's why he's giving it.

"But if you're not comfortable thinking of it as a gift," Garrot pulls the box from his pocket, opening it slightly and holding something from it in one hand, "consider it the doctor's orders." Of course, he's got a knowing, smug little smile that's every bit as warm as he's trying to be. Garrot reaches over halfway across the couch with one hand, gently holding holding the box so its untouched by his claws. "Take it. Please."