The sun was coming through the windows of the truck, but there was nothing else to do.

"Cold or hot?" You asked, looking at him. Even though his eyes were observing the surroundings, his attention was focused on you. "Cold." He answered. There was a small silence, as you waited for him to explain why, but he didn't. "What?" He asked, as you kept waiting for his answer. "It's called this or that. You never said anything about me having to justify my choices."