He'd be sent to get them something to eat and while he wasn't reluctant or dependent on her, he still enjoyed closeness when there was opportunity to be. He still left, wandering to the market for vegetables to make a stir-fry or a salad because he hadn't decided yet. Most of his shopping adventures involved just deciding on a whim rather than planning it out.

He picked up a bellpepper and turned it over to check for bruising. He paused, feeling a suffusion of heat that definitely had been there a moment before. There was a ghost of tingling along his stomach and he stuffed the pepper into a bag and added it to his basket. It was probably nothing... just some residual effect of them being parted or something, right?