He frowned just a touch. Why was she acting like he'd done something? He was worried, that was all. It used to be that his concern was something she was okay with. That she thrived under. Appreciated. And now she flinched away from it, and it changed her. "I don't find it a waste to help my wife," he said, his mood darkening even further. Why wouldn't she just let him help her? Why wouldn't she just let him do what he was good at doing?
"Okay," he said, finally, "I'll meet you there." He didn't stop to hear what else she might say, he simply turned and walked toward the milk. It was strange the way that normally he looked like he could easily hurt people when he was storming through a place, but he was generally gentle... today he felt like he could run everyone over and never think twice. Hurt people so that his anger would lessen a little. So that his hurt could disappear. If Nicola didn't want him around, he wouldn't fight it. He'd just... do his own thing for now. Go get his half of the groceries, and meet her back at the cart. That was fine. Fine. Good. Right. He scooped up the milk and turned toward the aisle where the coffee was, walking to the end of it to wait for her.