Isaac buckled his seatbelt, then wondered about her friend.
The only friend I ever had.
What a strange way to put it. He sat in silence, listening to the soft breathing behind him, to Rives' off-key humming, to the barely-audible thrum of the car. "Nice car," he finally said, trying to work his way back toward blind hatred and failing somewhat miserably. Isaac was extremely uncomfortable with the fact that he found himself sort of liking her and her brother and it was just ridiculous, really. Confusing as all fuck.
Small talk and tea made everything better. Since he didn't have any of the latter - never really had any of it, actually - he went with the former.