He finishes packing his bag. Unlike some other guys - Josh - he's neat about it. He tucks everything away and picks up the bags. They'll probably need to send laundry out once during their stay, but that's a worry for another time. He waits while she grabs the pizzas, and then holds open the door for her.

In less than twenty minutes, they're back on the road, heading south toward Disney. He offers her a gloved hand - a big step for him. Normally he just curls in on himself, very few people able to bring him out of his shell. But he'll try. For her.

"We've got about six hours to Disney. Figure we'll be fine to do most of it straight through, if you want?" He'll stop for her, but he generally doesn't need to.