Claire nudged the Jeep into drive and started pulling out of the parking lot. She was still quiet for a while, at least a block. Traffic was slow on the back roads this time of morning; Claire'd lived here long enough to know which side streets and allies to avoid rush-hour.
Concentrating on driving only lasted so long. She looked over at him, a combination of exhaustion and disappointment in her eyes, but there was also compassion, and it was on the rise. She didn't exactly know why, but she wasn't angry. It just didn't feel right to be angry with him; not for this.
"When we get to my place, go take a shower and I'll make you somethin' to eat, okay?" She said it softly, reiterating that it was, in fact, her apartment they were going to. It was nicer than his, though Claire didn't care about that. She just wanted him to be comfortable, she wanted to take care of him, and that was so much easier in her home.