She squinted at him, crossing her arms. "In case you didn't notice, we didn't exactly have the luxury of time, there." *** "We're going in circles here."
She frowned at him before turning and heading for the door without another word. *** "Again," he agreed, laughing slightly.
He hesitated. "I'm sorry. Did I do something? Please don't be mad." *** "I'm not a big fan of arguments."
"I'm not mad," she said, her lips pursed. "This is just how I am." *** "Me neither," Arlo agreed. "So let's not argue. Agreed?"
She sighed and glanced at him, her expression gentler. "Don't be sorry. I'm just being mean." *** He finished his soup and blew into his hands to keep them warm. "Good. Arguing is boring."
They got outside, and she shivered as she approached her motorcycle. "Need a ride?" *** "And pointless," he agreed with a smile. "Is your soup good?"
"Yeah," she said, slipping onto the motorcycle and pulling her hair back. "Come on. I want to get home." *** "It is, right? I used to go here all the time."
She frowned but started up her engine, pulling away from the hospital, the icy winter wind chilling them to their core. *** He was quiet for a moment before leaning back in the snow. "Have you ever made a snow angel?"
She swerved dangerously as they drove through the snow and she frowned as they turned the corner, shivering. "Same address as last time?" *** He began to move his arms and legs. "You should. It's fun."
