They did not really speak for four days, which in a two-bedroom flat with a woman on day three of a cycle is a considerable technical achievement.
He did everything. That was the thing that made it unbearable. He made the food she could not eat and threw it away without comment. He changed the sheets at two in the morning on the Friday. He drove her to the blood test on the Monday and read his paperback in the car park and said, "Ready?" when she came out, and nothing else.