Re: Joyride: PJ & Atticus
Have been lied to all my life about dogs and rolled down windows. Peanut butter? Ice cream? Those lies too?
[He laughs. He doesn't sing. He doesn't hum. But he does bang the steering wheel in time with the music and, fuck it, he lights up a Red and slouches even more in his seat happily. And since he's feeling better, and chuckling intermittently at her seat dancing, he grins over at her.] Want to drive? Think I might be willing to trust you. No drooling on the steering wheel.