Patrick still has Tristan’s hand in a viselike grip. He looks up the road with a worried face. “I don’t want you to go home,” he stammers. “What?” Tristan frowns. “What if there’s a drunk driver?” He looks around in a panic. “It’s very dark, and . . . it’s not safe.” Drunk driver. He’s referring to the way his father died.
Omgggg i actully cant hes so cutie awwwwww
