"Greasy and unhealthy," Sam laughed. "Sounds like the usual then." He pulled the door on the drivers side open and climbed in, then slid the keys into the ignition and glanced over at Faith as soon as she got in beside him.
"You have no idea," Sam informed her. "I think he talks to the car when he's driving by himself. You know, fills it in on what he did all day, tells it all his deep dark secrets." Sam rolled his eyes and turned the car on, the engine rumbling loudly as soon as he did. "It's kind of sad, to be honest."