"No," Thomas shook his head. "I don't know how I'd do it alone," he told her. They had kicked the ball back and forth a it, and she'd showed him how to dribble. he supposed he could do that on his own, but it didn't seem like it would be much fun by himself.
He followed Marina into the kitchen and glanced at the cutting board. "I can finish cutting the tomato," he suggested. "That way you can work on whatever else needs to be done." He felt like he needed to do something. He didn't expect to just sit around and watch her fix everything and then let him eat it when he'd done nothing to help.