Ray chuckled as he put the car into drive and pulled it, slightly sputtering engine and all, out of the lot. Just the feeling of the familiar steering wheel was giving him a giddy little thrill.
"You want to park," Ray accused Miller with a laugh. "Can't say it didn't cross my mind," he added, glancing conspiratorially over at Miller, as he enjoyed the feeling of smooth pavement under the tires. "Thank you," he told him softly, reaching over for his hand. "All that interpretive dance worked wonders."