He improvises by slipping his into the door's drink holder, using his one free hand to help drag himself into the truck. He drops hers in the coffee holder in the center console as soon as he gets a look at her face. ]
[ Watching her closely out of the corner of his eye as she drives. Any issue that involves Intensity and his minefield of insecurities is not one worth fielding at this exact moment, so he lets that topic slide away altogether. ]
You look even more upset than when I saw you last night... did something else happen?
[ she has to refrain from stomping on the gas, because that'll throw the coffee around and she doesn't want to stain the inside of the truck. she doesn't even want hurricane to know she's been driving it around much, since they've yet to do a live with it. ]
[ bristles. she's not directing it at king though. it's at nothing in particular, because she's just frustrated. ]
Fine.
[ she hits the breaks and just stops the truck right there. it's not like there's anybody else on the road, so what does it really matter? it doesn't. ]
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