Kaden's frown and confusion grew even deeper. Why do you even care? he wanted to demanded, wanted to annoy her so much that she'd admit she didn't care, that she was sick of him because all he ever did was glare at her. It would be way easier if he was still angry at her when she walked out of this office for good, way easier to cope with losing her if all he was losing was someone who thought he was shit, but the words of a brewing argument stuck in his throat.
She sounded like she did care, that was what made his throat close up on his words.
Kaden shook his head. "S'fine," he managed. His chest was a little sore where he'd slid forward and hit the wheel, but he hadn't had the chance to get the car properly up to speed before Connie took over. His wrist felt a little yanked. Nothing that counted as hurt.
Unless she meant emotionally, in which case... well, he felt like he'd been dragging his bleeding self through a barbed-wise, landmine pocket warfield since they left New York, but Kaden didn't think she meant emotionally.