"You look absolutely terrible," Carter chuckles softly, mostly to himself than with you considering he knows that he could've chosen nicer words—he simply didn't wish to. "Come 'ere, let's go for a ride, forget about this whole mess of a day."

The two of you aren't dating, but you're not exactly just friends either. It's complicated, but he pretends that it's not. You're just the person he smokes with and, sure, sometimes he kisses you when no one's looking. Friends can kiss, can't they?

Carter jingles the keys slightly, nodding his head towards the door he's holding open. "I got what we need, all you gotta do is get your butt in the car."