[Ah crap. This is something he doesn't know how to deal with. The only one in his family who gets like this occasionally is Finland and you can usually throw him off with a random change of subject.
He sighs, fidgeting a bit on his seat, fingers curling around the steering wheel instead of tapping on it. He's not drunk enough to speak about the stuff and she already not pleased with that.
Arm hugs. She likes those, right?
He reaches over to pat her hand, just lightly but with certain familiarity.
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He sighs, fidgeting a bit on his seat, fingers curling around the steering wheel instead of tapping on it. He's not drunk enough to speak about the stuff and she already not pleased with that.
Arm hugs. She likes those, right?
He reaches over to pat her hand, just lightly but with certain familiarity.
Awkward.
He watches the road as he says:] Thanks.