Lewis wasn't expecting the coffee cup to be able to hit him, but amazingly it did, most likely since it was thrown by Lily. The coffee slammed Lewis in the face, and drenched him in the remaining liquid. It didn't burn him, but it did hurt, "[b]Lily! Come on.[/b]" Lewis desperately called out to her, as the girl darted upstairs, escaping the man whom had caused her so much pain. Sighing, Lewis stood up from the chair, wondering how exactly he should try and approach this situation next. He had royally fucked up this time, but then again, there was no right way to tell someone you were the person who killed their family member. Trudging up the stairs, Lewis eventually made it to outside Lily's bedroom. As he was about to knock, Lewis stopped himself. He could hear the sounds of a weeping girl coming from within the bedroom. Frowning slightly, Lewis put his back against the bedroom door, and sat down, searching his mind for some idea on how to approach this next. After a few moments, Lewis reached up with a hand and knocked the door he was sitting against, "[b]Lily?[/b]" He called out, softly.