Shelley washes up the plates from the night before, as well. It's something to do, and they can't just sit there. The toast is covered by a clean tea towel, and the cosy goes over the teapot to keep in the heat.

Then she slowly and reluctantly leaves the kitchen, regarding him silently as she pauses in the doorway.

"...Did you want to come get some things?"

Her voice is impressively level, she thinks, given the terror she feels at speaking in that silence.