She needed no justifications in his mind, and it was probably best she hadn't given them. Though he knew the urge all too well.
He kept sneaking glances at her while he helped her in the kitchen, wondering what this meant between them, if there was something formal now or not. Because of course he always worried over that kind of thing. He knew, ultimately, they should probably talk about it like adults, even if he knew he wasn't good at that sort of thing. He knew it was best to clear the air, as awkward as it made him feel.
But the silence and small words right now didn't feel awkward, and so he went with it, helping her plate everything and getting settled at the table. He felt very domesticate and comfortable and honestly, he really loved the sensations. "I hope so too," he admitted. Then it was his turn to find his courage and find a way to say things. "I'm not.. very good at all of this," he said, gesturing between the two of them, "but I want to try and see, if you're open to that." Okay, so a little vague, but he was really trying in his way.