He actually laughs when the towel goes flying, before it's even fully landed in his lap. Arm reaching out to grab the better part of it, when the rest still ends up there. Across his lap, smacking his stomach and loitering over the center console. "It's a start."
Cocky, and without the slightest skid backward for her matching words antics.
Balling it between his hands and tossing it over the shoulder of the driver's seat, not losing the broken wide open amusement in the slightest. Not actually caring where it lands, though he's pretty sure it'll end up somewhere on the ground behind him, piled at least partly on the open bag down there.
Before he digs the keys out of his pocket, turning the truck on, which turns the music and the low air back on. Before he's taking it more carefully out of the parking lot than he'd usually have to. Saturday's. Families. Things he was both glad of, because people were coming out to places like this, because it was an important thing to share and attempt, but that did not keep them from, also, ending up in his way.
Needing to navigate around a group od people who look like they've brought days of camp backpacks for a simple hike.
But eventually, it puts him back on the road, heading them toward the house, considering the time. That he hadn't been a few minutes ago. Showers and a phone call, and when exactly would Chin like for them stopping by. It's a call he still needs to make, and there's still that last text he never got around to sending to Danny. But mostly he just rubs the edge of his thumb on the wheel, not getting toward either.
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Cocky, and without the slightest skid backward for her matching words antics.
Balling it between his hands and tossing it over the shoulder of the driver's seat, not losing the broken wide open amusement in the slightest. Not actually caring where it lands, though he's pretty sure it'll end up somewhere on the ground behind him, piled at least partly on the open bag down there.
Before he digs the keys out of his pocket, turning the truck on, which turns the music and the low air back on. Before he's taking it more carefully out of the parking lot than he'd usually have to. Saturday's. Families. Things he was both glad of, because people were coming out to places like this, because it was an important thing to share and attempt, but that did not keep them from, also, ending up in his way.
Needing to navigate around a group od people who look like they've brought days of camp backpacks for a simple hike.
But eventually, it puts him back on the road, heading them toward the house, considering the time. That he hadn't been a few minutes ago. Showers and a phone call, and when exactly would Chin like for them stopping by. It's a call he still needs to make, and there's still that last text he never got around to sending to Danny. But mostly he just rubs the edge of his thumb on the wheel, not getting toward either.