Fair. So should we play 20 questions? he teases back.
He takes both hands off the steering wheel for a fraction of a second, shooting her a mischievous look, but it's too icy to be too much of an asshole and while he might have never developed self-preservation instincts for himself he usually makes up for it with the people he cares about. Or tries.
He drives them back to his place with only minimal glancing away to look at her, and pulls into the driveway. He's distinctly aware that she hasn't been here and he wonders, a little, what kind of expectations she has. From the outside it looks very much like what it is, or what it used to be anyway: an old brick warehouse with nothing behind it but coast.
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He takes both hands off the steering wheel for a fraction of a second, shooting her a mischievous look, but it's too icy to be too much of an asshole and while he might have never developed self-preservation instincts for himself he usually makes up for it with the people he cares about. Or tries.
He drives them back to his place with only minimal glancing away to look at her, and pulls into the driveway. He's distinctly aware that she hasn't been here and he wonders, a little, what kind of expectations she has. From the outside it looks very much like what it is, or what it used to be anyway: an old brick warehouse with nothing behind it but coast.