She blinked at him slowly, as if processing the question required deep thought. Then she nodded once. Too firmly.
"Yes," she said, then immediately shook her head. "No."
He sighed quietly, already unbuckling his seatbelt again. "Lina…"
She leaned closer, gripping the edge of the seat for balance, her voice dropping into a dramatic whisper. "You were going to leave me lying down like luggage."
"I was making you comfortable," he corrected calmly.
"I am comfortable when I can see you," she replied seriously, poking his chest with one finger. "Otherwise, what if you disappear?"
"I'm driving," he said. "Not vanishing into shadows."
She frowned, deeply displeased by this logic. "You can disappear. That's suspicious."
He huffed a breath that was almost a laugh. "Sit back before you fall."
Instead, she reached for his sleeve, holding it like an anchor. "Promise you won't go anywhere," she said, suddenly softer, the drunk bravado melting into something fragile and honest.
