Sitting in the car next to Greg, Connor was silent. His head was turned to the window where the nocturnal cityscape passed by. He quickly recognized his neighborhood and when the car slowed down and stopped in front of his house, an awkward silence had settled in the passenger compartment.
Connor peeked at Greg who was waiting for him to get off and the older man's voice broke the silence.
"You don't have to be overly self-conscious around me. You clearly rejected me. I don't intend to burden you, be petty or suddenly turn into a bastard who will make you uncomfortable."
"Y-yeah."
"I'll bring your car back later so you can have it tomorrow morning."
"Oh no, you don't have to bother with that. I can pick it up myself later in the day."
"No, I'll do it. You left it there because I forced you to, it's the least I can do."
