"Oh, hardly everything," he says with a little laugh. "If I'd thought this through a bit more, perhaps I could have brought you more groceries or thought to call ahead to ask what you might need." He offers a wry smile as he plucks the box of English Breakfast tea from the bag.

The moment feels so terribly domestic, or wonderfully so.

"I-- how are you, Edith? Really?" He finally looks at her again, meeting her gaze this time with a look of... well it was a mix of concern, and a bit of trepidation.