The Airport
The Bentley is fast running on the main road, and other drivers would be completely focused on the driving, their eye and attention never straying from the road ahead. But not Dean; he's been driving through these roads, in Gabriel's super-fast cars, that the driving feels like muscle memory, fully automatic, as though he could close his eyes and drive and still reach the destination unharmed. But of course, he wouldn't do that with such a precious cargo on board.
And that precious cargo's question holds fully his attention.
"What would you do if you were in my position?"
"How do you mean, Ma'am?" Because, truly, he must clarify. Claire Monteverde's position in the universe he lives in is never a singular, simple thing; it is, in fact, one of the most subtly layered positions he has ever encountered.
"My love for Gabriel," she says, looking out the window with the saddest eyes. "Sometimes, I don't know what to do. I run from one confusion to another."