Elvis drove Claire back to her flat quietly because he knew she needed space. When they got there, she looked at him with tired but thankful eyes.
She asked in a soft voice, "Would you mind coming inside for a bit?" "I could use some company."
Elvis agreed, parked the car and then followed Claire to her flat. Claire changed into dry clothes and wrapped herself in a warm blanket when she got inside. She gave Elvis a towel and told him to sit down on the couch.
"Thank you for coming to get me, Elvis," she thanked him sincerely. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
"It's okay, Claire," Elvis said, showing that he was worried. "I just hate seeing you like this."
They sat in easy silence for a moment before Claire spoke again. "I've been thinking about what you said earlier, about taking the rest of the 20% from my father."
Elvis raised an ear, curious. "And?"
