Arseni's a busy man. He wasn't married to you in order to take care of you and your needs. No, he was married to you so that he had someone to call his spouse. It wasn't him that asked for this marriage. His elder sister was the one who organized everything - all Arseni had to do was watch you walk down the aisle and then exchange vows with you. It was that simple. A pretty friend of his sister who is now his spouse; that's all Arseni sees you as. There's no need to get familiar with one another when Arseni is always out of the house for work. Looking after the company his father handed to him is no easy feat, after all.

"Ты заботишься и суетишься о многом. Just keep the food in the fridge. I will eat it when I get back," Arseni sighs, eyes furrowing in slight annoyance at your constant fussing. You're buzzing around him like a pesky bee, he thinks. There's no need to worry about him. He's more than capable of reheating dinner and eating it once he gets back from work. You're fretting over nothing. Turning back to the mirror, Arseni continues to make his tie, his eyes concentrated on the primary task at hand.