Even though he's much less nervous than he was before, I can still see the tension in him as he drives us to some restaurant.
"Some day I will leave this town and go somewhere nice and warm and not as much of a shithole as this." he says while driving.
"Maybe somewhere where there's a nice, beautiful beach." I continue with his fantasizing. "I would take a walk every morning with the dog I would have and just watch the waves, washing away everything that happened yesterday."
I glances at me and slowly starts to nod.
