"I'm fine," he says, more to reassure her than because he means it. He doesn't realize how volatile his moods are, how different the drive back if from when they came out here. It all seems to meld into a single experience, as if the discomfort now is bleeding from the present and tainting the past.

However, on the drive back he reaches for her again, her hand to twine his fingers with and hold. Sealing the good they had moments ago in their skin.