She wanted to ask him if he would keep that promise. If he wasn't suffering insomnia, he was hardly eating and this was a mess and she knew it. But it was the sort of mess she fully intended to pick up and help fix, however she could. Peggy eased the car back onto the street fueled by stubborn silence.

Luckily, or perhaps, unluckily the diner was not that far and by the time they arrived the silence had begun to stretch from stubborn to awkward and if something didn't change soon it would become quite sad.

"We're here."

Now the real question was, did they actually plan to get out of the vehicle?