[She glances over her shoulder at him, having already gotten her keys out to unlock the car. The chill in the parking lot seems colder now than it did before, for some reason.

Again, she turns to look at him.]

...Of course. I care about you, and I want to make sure you're safe, warm, and fed.

[How easily she can say some things, and yet she's so easily embarrassed by other admissions. To Elle, some things are simply just a given.

The way he's saying it, though, she doesn't know how to interpret it. She feels a flicker of worry.]

You're not getting sick of me, are you?