He finds himself grinning at her scarfing down the rest of her sandwich, but then chases after her when she clears their plates.

"For starters, I don't try to do dishes after." His hand gently rubs at her farthest shoulder in sympathy while his head falls to the other as softly as he can manage. He finally lets her feel how devastating it is to see her hurt this way. "Let me take care of you, Clara. Please."