He's surprised when she gets out, insisting that she's okay, and she actually does look better. Some of the color quickly returns to her face, her legs steadier, as if by...magic. Oh. That actually makes sense. He looks at her, at the deep breath she takes, the air doing even more to reinvigorate her. Maybe she can get inside on her own...
"Do you want me to go?" he asks, thumbing his hand back at the cab. Because he can go. He probably should go. He made sure she was home.
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Date: 2014-06-17 11:11 pm (UTC)"Do you want me to go?" he asks, thumbing his hand back at the cab. Because he can go. He probably should go. He made sure she was home.