[ He wants to just stay like this, holding her hand, forcing himself to breathe and think and not lose himself in blind terror. Never mind that terror is lurking around them, waiting for them to move so it can strike. With effort, he pulls himself out of his spiraling thoughts so he can actually hold a conversation with them both. ]

Yeah. He's a tool. No, that's insulting to tools. He's a grade A asshole. [ Alan looks uncertain for half a second but he forces himself to look less rattled and more put together. ] Yeah, I think I can handle driving. If I can't, well, I'll trade off with one of you.

[ He spares a glance for Jesse, one that says he actually does trust her. He gives her hand a light tug, not wanting to let go even as they start getting ready to leave. ]