Giovanni felt like a fool for telling her that. Now she was going to think him weak. Try and take Mimi from him. He fell backwards a bit. Not physically but mentally. Why had he been such a moron? Wasn't like she was going to care. He was just a broken man and she was so full of life. "Sorry. I just needed to tell someone. I've been too scared to tell anyone. It was literally killing me inside. I'm sorry it won't happen again." He says in a deflatted tone. Watching her making the sugar cookies. Pain shot through him as he remembered when his deceased girlfriend did that. He always looked forwards to it. Always. Now he dreaded it. He bought cookies rather than made them for Mimi to give Santa Claus. He couldn't deal with the pain the tradition brought. He blinks as she handed him a cookie. He takes it slowly. As if afraid it wasn't real. He really thought she was going to jerk it away and be like...psych. No cookie for you. His ex-fiancee did that. When he took it and was given it for real he showed clear surprise. Another sign this man wasn't used to kindness.<br/><br/>He smiles a tiny bit. "Thank you. My...Mimi's mother used to bake cookies. I haven't since she died. I lost that Christmas Spirit. Mimi is almost a year old now. Come Christmas she will be. I am afraid I won't be able to bring her Christmas...like she should have it." He says timidly. "Clarice...she loved Christmas. I used to love Christmas. Til it stole everything but Mimi from me." He says softly. Nodding his head. "I understand. I didn't mean to catch you off guard. It just slipped out. I...when Clarice was pregnant with Mimi that was a source of happiness. Feeling the baby kicking inside her tummy." Shaking his head. "I still had no right to say it. I apologize for that." He loooked at her worriedly. "Are you alright?" he asks. He might be broken but he still treated women like they were goddess's. Smiling a bit. "We will only need one. Mimi will sleep in the room with me. It helps her sleep." He explains. "It helps me sleep having her nearby. Knowing my daughter is safe. She is all I have left. Well there is lots of money but as far as true happiness goes...she is all."<br/><br/>He looks up at her. "Mimi likes you. I could see it in her eyes. I hope she doesn't get attached. I'm sure once the blizzard is over we'll have to go." He looks down. "I couldn't impose upon you longer than the blizzard. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be the right thing to do. I mean...if she got attached it would break her heart when we have to leave." He sighs a bit. "I talk too much. I'll shut up before I make you mad. Mad women equal pain." He whispers. Backing up and takes a bit of the cookie. Making sure she couldn't steal it from him. He looks at her warmly but clearly fearfully. "Um...what are all those cookies for anyways?" he asks hesitantly.