[She glances at him through the mirror occasionally, wondering if he was still feeling embarrassed, or just plain tired. It may have been both, and she just shakes her head a little, letting him rest for now.
When they reach her flat, though, she exits her vehicle and walks around to the backseat, opening one of the doors.]
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When they reach her flat, though, she exits her vehicle and walks around to the backseat, opening one of the doors.]
Sleepyhead, you okay back there? We're home.