Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
He was getting there. To the answer. He was slow, like he was an old fucking man, and he'd get there. But, he wanted out of this place. It was starting to make him itch. So, while Amy stood and dressed, an act Si watched in a series of glances over the shoulder, he moved to grab the pillows from the bed. He was standing, considering the comforter, and if that'd upgrade this to something beyond just charging Hugh's card.—With pillows under his arm, Si looked over when Amy approached and he looked at the sweater. "I'm fine." He was cold, but it didn't matter what he was wearing. "Put it on. I'll drive. I can't sleep for shit anyway." He waved off the Sno Ball. "I got a guy willing to take the number for three-fifty in cash. So, we're stopping there first anyway."
She was right that he wouldn't fly and let her drive, and who'd let him on a plane? Si just shook his head. "What're you going to say?"