He's more puzzled than hurt, though he's definitely both. Lup's nothing if not volatile, even if that seemed...a little uncalled for. Maybe it's a side effect of their separation, and he feels a little guilty for that, though he can't say exactly why, or how he was meant to prevent it. So he just moves to another part of the kitchen, setting up a prep space slowly and carefully like that's where the uncertainty is, not with her.

He doesn't understand at all, but that's fine. That's kind of the point, he has legitimate curiosity about her situation, precisely because he wasn't there, but okay.

"You know, if it's top secret space stuff, that's all you had to say," he jokes, still with an excess of caution, eyes lowered. He'll circle back around to whatever this is with gentle persistence; he needs to know that she's happy with what she's doing, and that...is not how he would characterize that response.

"But hey, you wanna do my work for me, who am I to complain, start peeling something or get out of my kitchen."