Oh well, he didn't hate that, actually, and that caught him by surprise. He'd been ready to— any suggestion she made, he'd been ready to balk at, but the car? The car was a place. The car was supposed to save all three of them. The car was always going to remind him of Tragos anyway, it kinda fit that it was also kinda Tragos' grave.
"Maybe," he said, still uncommited. "Could drive round with him. That could be okay." Alright, maybe slightly more commited. Having a car again, that could be okay. Having that car. Maybe.