Art brushed off his pant legs, nervous again. "Cyn, that's not how I meant it. I just meant that my ducks have gone home, and it gets really buggy out after dark. Like bloodsuckers the size of Tennessee." He said, holding his arms open as far as they could go.<br/>When she grabbed his hand, he pulled her closer to him and hugged her to his chest, her head tucked under her chin. "Cynthia." Just saying her name sent chills racing up and down his spine. "I don't think I will ever name my kids Cynthia. I would expect too much from them." He said thoughtfully, yet spaced out at the same time. He qiuckly snapped out of his trance like state when Cyn said something about her car.<br/>He blanched at the thought of getting in a car. "I can't. I didn't take my meds today cause I thought I would be fine and didn't need to ride in a car." Just thinking of a car made his pulse race faster than it really should. He let go of her hand, ashamed that he was still terrorized by the same things in his dreams.<br/>"I can't ride in cars." He said. "I- that is, my best friend from here." He gestured to the pond and the wooded strip beyond. "She- well, shes not around anymore. I was with her. I haven't rode in a car since." He walked over toward the parking lot. "Let me walk you to your car. I'll be home before you anyways." He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled down a map. "I'll see you over there." He leaned over and kissed her, cupping her cheek in his hand. He pulled away, looking in her eyes and smirked. "Be safe." He whispered huskily, and took off at a jog.