The joke fell flat, as did his explanation. She could buy that he could be hungry, but she knew him, she knew the torture he could put his body through, knew what they were trained for. There was more to it than that, but if he didn’t want to talk about it now she wouldn’t push.

“Okay,” she said, letting him go back inside. “And don’t forget the water.”

They could talk later, after a day out relaxing and enjoying the sunshine and each other Maybe whatever was bothering him wouldn't seem so bad then.