[There's a mental calculation that's done in the stubborn piece of Daniels' brain, namely where he decides whether taking a car is a sign of defeat. On the one hand, he is still bristling at anything that even remotely resembles being coddled or treated as frail. On the other hand, it's not like they'd be taking it because he was tired, it'd be because it's far, that's all.
Whatever, fuck it. The weather is nice, he's breathing fresh air, his joints don't hurt. Even just getting to stand out on a sidewalk outside is nice, at least for the change of scenery and seeing faces passing by that are probably not on the Pointe du Lac payroll. He was actually maybe about to be in a good mood, or good enough, at any rate.]
no subject
Whatever, fuck it. The weather is nice, he's breathing fresh air, his joints don't hurt. Even just getting to stand out on a sidewalk outside is nice, at least for the change of scenery and seeing faces passing by that are probably not on the Pointe du Lac payroll. He was actually maybe about to be in a good mood, or good enough, at any rate.]
Sure. All right. You'd know better than I would.