He shifted carefully, making a face at himself.

"I never realized how difficult it was to move without making contact with a bit of you that's attached," he laughed lightly, reclining in the seat to put his knees as far apart as they would go in the confines of the car. He reached behind him and grabbed a discarded hoodie, dropping it over his lap with a faint wince. "Grab me a burger in the drive-through, would you? There's change in the thingie," he gestured to the change depository to the left of the steering wheel.