[ Avoiding traffic will be nice, dragging Keith onto the couch to cuddle and watch a movie will be even nicer. He shouldn't want to delay it, but there's a part of him that likes spending time with Keith no matter what the situation. Sliding a hand across where the groceries are he strokes fingertips over Keith's wrist and then lowers his hand to his thigh, palm up if he wants to hold it.]

I'd rather spend it doing this, trust me.

[ Maybe he needs to take up rock climbing or volunteering somewhere or hell, teaching self-defense classes with Allura like she'd offered. That'd hit the same buttons he needed hit for excitement and feeling like he's exerted himself in some meaningful way rather than just running blocks in the morning. Squeezing Keith's leg, he thumbs back and forth over it, idly affectionate, other hand thumbing through his phone, rereading the recipe to make sure they weren't missing anything. ]

Do you want to go for a ride this weekend assuming the weather isn't this bad? There's a farmer's market about an hour out from here I thought we could go to.