Now he's the one to look confused. "Yes? The... colorful box on the table as you come through the door." Colorful like she is, like flowers blooming after the last snow. "You did open it, didn't you?" He hadn't put her name on it only because it seemed so obvious. He wouldn't get himself a gift, and if it had been for Tara, he would have wrapped it in paper but not tied ribbons around it that would be difficult for her to remove. Obviously. So, because she did not open the package that was clearly intended for her, he concludes that he really must have done something wrong to upset her. "You didn't open it then. Ah. Well." Well then, he'll just have to try harder to make it up to her, clearly. "At any rate, you look like you've had quite the full day! You're probably tired. I could run you a bath? Make tea?" He's already standing to push his chair back under the desk.