Claire was half-way out the door when she realized he hadn't moved since she put it in park. With one boot on the runner and one on the pavement, she paused, watching him, wondering what the delay was. Obviously he was deep in thought, which should've been less baffling to her, except that she was running on empty and just wanted to put the whole thing behind them. Then he asked a question with as much weight and reverie as a nun taking her vows, when the answer was as obvious to her as putting a coat on in winter.
"Should I not be?" she replied tiredly, but without rancor. The wind pulled at her hair and reminded that she hadn't zipped up, and her apartment was warm and would soon smell like cinnamon pancakes. Claire sighed, looking up at her landing before looking back at him. "C'mon, Jess. It's been a rough night for both of us. I just wanna make it better."