Ok, that hadn't been what he intended and it showed in his face and expression. Especially as it turned sheepish. "I didn't mean to actually get you with it..." But Casey was pulling off the coat--something he'd worn because it was cold, and handing it to her. "I'm sorry Yuffie."

Clear remorse, because he really did think of Yuffie as his friend. He didn't want her upset with him, or upset, or suffering. The dark grey coat was wool and hooded, and would probably dwarf her, but that was ok.