[ Generally speaking, things have never been easy for him, nor has anything about him ever been considered easy. Cagey, paranoid, closed off, and flighty had been used to describe him depending on who someone was speaking to. But for those that he seemed to have a bond with, his loyalty ran incredibly deep.

And perhaps, maybe, he understood what it looked like when someone was used to having to stand on their own two feet out of a need to survive.

Her teasing earns a good-natured snort. ]

If that's what will help you accept your choice to accept a ride, we can say that.

[ The drive here had been smooth, if not long. But because of that, it seems that most people are still opting to stay a little longer at the resort, leaving a clear road for them ahead. Any potential potholes are quietly noted and responded to with a gentle maneuver around them. Much like piloting long distances, his body and a part of his mind fall into autopilot, while the other part of his mind is left to quietly wander. Wander, at least until Wanda says something that isn't about potholes or the drive.

There's a beat of silence that may or may not feel like she's managed to catch him off guard. ]

Bother? As in stop to offer you a ride back into town?