Karl half-heartedly laughed at her own joke, looking away again to scratch the back of his head, a familiar habit when he wasn't all sure about how to conduct a conversation that wasn't going to make it past the take-off.
At the question, he looked up again, shaking his head "no" at the offer. He liked the cold, he would do just fine being in it.
"I'm good, thanks."
Karl wondered mildly what he would think of tonight, which tank model or gun model would be filling this thoughts to make sure that he wasn't thinking of his partner breathing only a few feet away from him. His eyes met her for one final time before he looked away, the look close to bordering what Matt greeted Grace with, back at the autoshop.
"Good night, Alyssa."
Lying down on the couch, Karl turned around to face the back of it, away from the bed and away from Alyssa.