His favourite way to blow off steam is to just.. drive. To get in his car and drive somewhere, anywhere—he never has a specific destination in mind, never knows where he’ll end up or how he’ll feel when he gets there—but for some reason, he always feels calmer when he returns home from these trips. They help him return to his bearings, when he feels his stability slipping from him.

You’ve never asked where he goes on these drives, but you’ve always had enough faith in him to leave him be. He’s grateful for that. However, tonight, your curiosity seems to have gotten the better of you. He wasn’t sure what to tell you when you asked—so he thought, why not just show you?

You’ve been driving for nearly 15 minutes, and he’s been quiet the whole time, his eyes fixed to the road in front of him, one hand on the wheel, the other gently resting on your thigh. He seems pretty lost in thought. You aren’t sure if you should ask him where he’s taking you. “Is everything okay?” He asks you quietly. He can see you staring in his peripheral vision.