He couldn't help but laugh a little despite the pain he was in when she showed concern about driving his car. It wasn't like he didn't trust her with his car; the vehicle was very sensitive with all of its modifications. "I'm more worried...about bleeding all over my upholstery. Gonna be a bitch...getting this cleaned..." he joked despite how he felt.
He was laying back in the seat, his head rolling from side to side as he tried to remain conscious for her. "Sorry....I got shot....didn't want them to hurt you and...our son. How about....Anthony Edward, Jr? We can call him...Edward to keep us apart." He smiled at her, grinning broadly as he talked so she'd know he hadn't passed out on her.