[ He takes a deep breath, looking out the windshield to see the setting sun, everything cold and orange and glittering ahead of them, gorgeous. Like Izzy herself; another thing Baby maybe doesn't deserve, but will take anyway.
He nods, biting his lip again. ]
I'll get there. I want to tell - [you, he thinks. ] - someone. It's just. There's a lot.
[ He undoes his seatbelt and opens his door, unfolding himself from behind the wheel and stretching out in front of the sun, before turning back to the car, looking at Izzy from behind his sunglasses. ]
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He nods, biting his lip again. ]
I'll get there. I want to tell - [ you, he thinks. ] - someone. It's just. There's a lot.
[ He undoes his seatbelt and opens his door, unfolding himself from behind the wheel and stretching out in front of the sun, before turning back to the car, looking at Izzy from behind his sunglasses. ]
Sunset's not waiting, though.