[ She waits until he's settled and then heads into the kitchen to retrieve juice boxes, talking the whole time so that even the moments she goes out of sight he can always tell she's there. ]

Well, just because you're ridiculous. It's errands, come on, haven't you ever needed to pick up a different wrench or just some food that isn't in the house? There can't have always been someone around who would go get it for you. [ And holding out a juice box for him - she's taken the straw out of the plastic because that's a pain, but she's pretty sure actually sticking it in would look pretty patronizing so she's left that to him, sitting down beside him as she sets to work on her and presses against his side, warmth and solidness. ] How are you doing?