Scott was conscious, upright, driving, and taking care of shit that needed to be taken care of. That was all. Period. He was aware Sand wasn't all right, though without a clear idea of why, and knew that Allison had to be shocked and traumatized even if she was still holding it together.
This wasn't his first rodeo.
The rest of the drive to the motel was quiet, though.
Once they got there he cut the engine on the jeep - or, well, yanked the hot-wiring job, and got out. He unlocked the SUV with the remote key he, somehow, still had in his uniform. Allison got out and stood behind him, his jacket basically swallowing her. "Get inside and get dressed. My clothes are in my bag. Unlock the door from the inside and I'll make the call I need to make while you're getting decent. Allison - how long's it been since you've eaten?"
He'd... fall apart later. Physically
She mumbled something about not being hungry and pointedly did not look anywhere near Sandy.
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This wasn't his first rodeo.
The rest of the drive to the motel was quiet, though.
Once they got there he cut the engine on the jeep - or, well, yanked the hot-wiring job, and got out. He unlocked the SUV with the remote key he, somehow, still had in his uniform. Allison got out and stood behind him, his jacket basically swallowing her. "Get inside and get dressed. My clothes are in my bag. Unlock the door from the inside and I'll make the call I need to make while you're getting decent. Allison - how long's it been since you've eaten?"
He'd... fall apart later. Physically
She mumbled something about not being hungry and pointedly did not look anywhere near Sandy.