Her hands on him don't let go until he pulls away, and she's the one who scoops his glasses from the ground, makes sure they aren't broken before she passes them over to him.

"We're only a few blocks away," she says, then crosses back around the car to get back in and turn it on again, letting him settle down before she actually pulls out of the parking lot. The final leg of the journey is calmer, less choked with traffic, and Swann parks them in her spot before reaching to gently run her thumb over his cheek. "We're here."