Kyle follows along with her as before, grabbing some grapefruit juice for himself and tagging along to the bread aisle. He watches her from a short distance, as she stretches from the bottom shelf and her fingertips claw at the bag, only pushing it farther away. He can't help but smile watching her.

Instinctively knowing that she'll say no if he offers his help, Kyle sets down his basket and walks up behind her. He plants his hands on either side of her waist and lifts her a few inches before she can argue. It's a good way of learning more about her, the way she reacts to something like this. He has a bad feeling he's going to get hit for it, but what the hell else was he supposed to do?

When she either grabs the bread or fights him, he'll immediately lower her back to the ground, release her, and step back to give her her own space again.