We get back to the house much more quicker than I expect. I am annoyed at myself because I barely focused on the road, I didn't mark the path he followed. It was very irresponsible of me.

My mind is stuck. It has been so for a while. A while that means a few minutes.

As he kills the engine, I pull out the bags and get out of the car. He is surprised at the speed I use.

"Thank you, for the clothes." I say and he nods, his eyes holding confusion at my sudden change of mood.

"My pleasure."

I don't wait for him to say anything else....