He'd missed her. Genuinely missed her. The stunt with Paris, it left him feeling empty, and he felt he should still be bitter about her just leaving, but Helen was her own woman. He had enough on his plate to be bitter about. She wasn't a cat had slipped away in the night and never come back. He didn't have the right to oppose her choices, not anymore, and he had no place in feeling as he he could.
"That's embarrassing really," he brushed a hand over his face and put his hands on his hips. "There's a corner store just down the block. I can go. You can stay and make sure the rather late delivery boy doesn't get a tip."