He couldn't handle her sad face, it made him want to kick at something, like all the fault lay in this open nearby cupboard and all he had to do to put the world back to right was kick it shut. He pulled her in to hug her, instead, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pressing his face against her smooth hair. "You need to throw a bunch of flour in his face and punch him in the stomach," he said. "Tell him nah, mate, but you're doing things your way."