Benny and I had just gone out for a small dinner, but somewhere along the way, unfortunately, something small had happened and it just spiraled into a tense argument

we sit in the car now, driving back to his place, though I feel like I may just end up going home myself anyway. Benny drives as I sit shotgun. He's never been one to hold grudges, but he seems so...irritated right now. I've never seen him like this towards me. He stares out the window, focused on solely the road ahead. His knuckles have subtle splotches of white on them from his tight grip on the wheel. I just remain still as I sit and stare out the window, watching the trees against the dark silhouette of night as we pass them.