"I -" He stops. She's right. He shouldn't just think about her happiness, but their happiness. And that means doing things that he wants to do too. There are things that they can do together that won't require him to go at it alone.

"Alright." His first concession to her being right. It won't be his last. "We should eat." He says, softly, turning for the table. But he's gently tugging her along with him, having not released one of her hands. He settles her on one side of the table and eases himself down on the other.