"Warning comes first." He looked over at her, giving her a faint smile, but taking her hands in his lap. "Then rest."
He sat back in the car, looking out the window and up to the sky. No sun, no blasted sun in days, but he could hear the rain on the roof of the car. The closed, too-small car.
Peter rolled down the window beside him and leaned his head out, eyes turned upwards to the rain.