All right, so the weather's dreary enough to bring down the mood with or without the ache running up Charlie's leg, but being close enough to stare out the window without looking absolutely juvenile tugs all the tension out of her. Just about the time the pain meds start to dull his nerves, Chloe's settled enough to spare some sympathy.

Her hand finds the top of his on the armrest while her other keeps her chin upright, eyes still set on the scenery outside.