He gave her a small smile. "If you come home with me, I don't want to have you worry about every single thing you are leaving undone. I don't want you stuck in guilt or whatever it is you are feeling right now. I need you to get up and take control. No more crying."
She shook her head adamantly. "I get it. I'll finish my work here before going back. Okay?"
"Okay. It's decided," he told her. "Now, will you feed me?" he asked.
She nodded readily and took her plate with her. She sat next to him as he turned back to the laptop and started to work. She didn't look at his screen but found herself wanting to say something.
"This is all the conversation we can handle for now. When you are done with work and we have both had some fresh air, we will talk about the rest, okay?"
