"Yeah, maybe he shouldn't," Marty replied darkly. Considering how much Savannah seemed to think he was doing things wrong because things weren't exactly as they had been before, maybe G and Sam had been completely wrong to think Marty could do this.
He considered what Robert was saying, but Marty also knew he was too mad at her himself to be able to play the white knight and loving husband. Or maybe not mad, but hurt enough to be indistinguishable. The thought of cozing up to her to make her feel better just made him angry. And, yet, he knew it probably also meant he was a shitty husband who couldn't prove that he really did love her. Then again, he wasn't sure she'd even respond the way Robert suggested. Given some of the things that had come out of her mouth lately, he thought she was far more likely to dismiss it as an act on his part. It was all just so much of a mess and Marty dismissed a thousand things he could say in favor of another nod and sigh.
It was Robert, after all, and hopefully Marty didn't have to keep that goofy good-natured routine up for him when Marty really wasn't feeling it.
"Sure. I'll try it. I mean, it can't possibly do any more damage than trying to talk to her has. Thanks." He huffed quietly. "Beer sounds really good. But, I think I'll pass. It sounds a little too good, if you know what I mean?"