Coming back this late, Roger couldn't help but feel as if he had been caught at doing something he shouldn't have been. Closing the door behind him, he hung his coat on a peg behind the door and offered Padma an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to come home in a bad mood." He owed her that much, at least.
Crossing the room, Roger leaned down to pick up the folded shirt so he could put it away for her. "Can I help?" he asked, belatedly.