Gaslight

Petrenko had forwarded Nancy the address to a five-star steakhouse. Although she was excited to try it, she remained worried about Samuel. He kept picking on his skin, and she kept pulling his hands away from one another. She stopped the car outside the steakhouse and looked at Samuel. 

"Last chance," Nancy said, "You want to go or nah?" 

Samuel undid his seatbelt, "I never said I was not going." 

Nancy sighed, watching him leave the car. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, contemplating whether it was right to let him gaslight himself.