"Yeah, yeah, of course." Of course the food. Get your shit together, Erso. Drawing her hand back, she packs away whatever feelings were trying to manifest, reminding herself that all of this is a fucking act, and heads for the kitchen.

After putting the leftovers away she sinks down in front of the fridge, drawing her legs up in front of her, curling her arms around them.

This is dumb, she reminds herself. She's not really married to him, this is work, work she inadvertently got herself out of by being unable to cope with a newborn. No one is going to invite either of them on a double date anytime soon. She doesn't have feelings, she reasons, she has hormones and too little adult interaction and she likes that he is so good to Rey. That's all.