[She stays quiet for a little longer, letting him vent. All she does is rub at his back and be there for him. It's hard to verbalize what she was so upset about, but he's given her a good opening.]

I was afraid I was going to lose control and kill him on accident or something. Does he really think he can just act like nothing ever happened? He's delusional.

[A kiss is pressed to the back of his neck, and she leans forward to more fully recline against him and hold on. She has a feeling he's going to drive faster and faster, just so they can get far out of this stupid city.]

You're better than he is, you know. You could've beat him up. You should've beat him up. But you didn't.