Alex turned when she started to speak and watched as she became absorbed with the hangers.
Guess it's better than having to look at me...
He decided that thought was unfair. She didn't to be here, either - 'here' being anywhere, married and stuck.
"Yeah," he said, crossing to stand beside her. Uncertain what else to do, he held out his left arm. "Here. Just... slide them onto my arm and I'll... put them in my closet." It seemed like as good an idea as any.