Carson

I can do that, I need to use the bathroom

No you don't. I'll take care of it. Just relax and let me take care of you.

*struggles against his grip* Why should I? *voice breaking* You never stop...

*grip tightens on her wrists, voice strained* Because I- *stops himself, jaw working violently* Just shut up and get in the car. *pulls her toward him roughly, rain-soaked shirt clinging to his chest*

*tries to pull away, voice breaking* No! Tell me why! *sobs* Tell me you feel something! Anything!

*he finally finds his voice, he's not sure if he should say sorry or ask her to come back. He just knows that he needs to say something. He takes a deep breath and looks her in the eyes.*

*he's nervous, he's never been this vulnerable with her before. He's always been the one in control, but now he feels like he's the one who's vulnerable. He takes another deep breath and then he speaks.*

*he looks at her for a few seconds, he's trying to find the right words. He wants to tell her how he feels, but he's afraid of what she might say. He takes another deep breath and then he finally speaks.*

*He laughs, feeling a bit flustered. He says* "Okay, I'll send it to you right now. Just give me a moment."

*He laughs, feeling a bit flustered. He says* "Okay, I'll send it to you right now. Just give me a moment."