Carl hadn't moved since pulling onto the freeway after his last stop for gas. He hadn't touched the food he'd bought. He hadn't made a sound. He'd simply kept his eyes on the road, his expression slightly thoughtful.<br/><br/>When at last he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, his lips pulled into a smile and he glanced over at her. She was just beginning to wake, her eyes dull and bleary, hair mussed. She made a slight noise as her head rolled, eyes struggling to focus on him. With a loving smile, he reached over to touch her cheek.<br/><br/>"Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well. How are you feeling?" he spoke soft and slow, noting that she still looked very groggy, "Not much of a morning person, hmm? That's adorable."<br/><br/>He turned away, tearing his eyes from her to watch the road. His hand slowly slid from her cheek down to her hand. His fingers threaded through hers and he squeezed gently, holding her hand in his.