"Fine, fine," He rolled his eyes, grabbing the keys off the hook and heading to the garage. "C'mon, then," He had to stop as he reached the door, huffing a sigh as he saw the car. It was a nice Mercedez, definately not a dad-car, even if Holly walked over and hopped in as if she did this all the time.
"Holy shit," He muttered to Chris, obviously approving of his other self's automobile choices. Smirking, he headed to the driver's side, letting himself in.