Dom was rather torn. He knew Wanda needed them, to be around them. Needed comfort and familiar things but she was also hurt. Dom knew quite a bit of first aid but...was it enough? He didn't want to lose her again but was that being selfish? He looked down at her, very thoughtful, waiting for her answer.
"Whichever, I'll drive," he said. "I don't quite trust Pietro with a car," he said, gently lowering Wanda into the backseat. It by no means was the real reason he wanted to drive, but he didn't say that of course. "Pietro, will you sit with her?"
Dom caught his eye contact and held it. If he was going by what he wanted, Dom would have said go home. He needed to be able to lay with her, take a shower, run out to get dinner. But this wasn't about him. It was about Wanda. Dom gave Pietro a meaningful look as he closed one of side of the doors and then looked away, feeling guilty, hoping Wanda wouldn't be angry with him for his decision.