“Well, thank you for driving me home.” I flashed Jason a small smile as I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door. The car light washed his face in a soft glow, making him look even more exhausted than before.

“No problem,” he said, I could sense the sincerity in his voice.

“It’s fine, I understand”. I said, apparently he was about to go into a rut and was barely conscious. I wonder why it took him so long to tell me that, well aside from how badly bruised he was, we still ...