"Hey, I said I wouldn't ask any questions," Gus said, splaying his hands out against the steering wheel a moment, "But if you're going to run your problems out, at least dress for it."
He shook his head, already rolling to a stop by her car. Gus didn't unlock the door, however, wondering if he ought to just let her go, or if he ought to pry. Considering the way he'd just picked her up? He didn't think he'd be getting anything out of her.
"Look, you're a friend, Lou," he said, "And when I see friends chasing frostbite, I worry. Can you give me that, at least?"
Gus wasn't going to apologize, and he didn't expect forgiveness, but a little maturity would've been nice.