Harry frowned. "I didn't mean it like that, D. I just... I was sorta hoping to have some time to talk to you for a bit. We haven't talked, and I miss you."
A touch of hurt anger filled his eyes when he glanced back at the apartment door. "And no matter what Murphy seems to think, I certainly wouldn't mind spending more time with you. But I can deal with not being a priority. Your son comes first."
His loins said otherwise. His loins didn't get a vote in this conversation.
He took the keys and opened the car doors, opening the door for Dinah, barely able to stop himself from offering her a hand to the car. But since she'd probably bite him for that, he left it open and moved to the driver's side.
At least it was a manual transmission. If he could keep his emotions in check, he might not ruin anything irreplaceable. He let out a slow breath when turning the key, but the engine turned over properly. It was new, and it was nice.
Then the low gas light on the dash blinked a few times.
Harry winced. This might not have been the best idea.