[Being a wife is a very admirable thing, okay? It's almost as admirable as being a mom, and once you've seen his mom effortlessly make short work of a whole side of pig with nothing but a cleaver and determination you don't see "wife" as something negative.
In short, he can be your wife. He can so be your wife.
For a moment there's nothing but the soft clink of spoons and bowls, followed by the soft thunk of the fridge being opened and closed. He may have threatened to not feed his roomie-slash-not-boyfriend but sitting alone in the kitchen is just sad and they have things to talk about anyway. So after a minute or three he comes back out, precariously balancing two bowls of mac 'n cheese in one hand while carrying two bottles of water in the other. Walking back and forth? What do you mean? ]