Amber's hands burned against his cheeks. She was so warm. Foreman tasted the heat of her mouth, so goddamn grateful that she allowed his kiss the same way he'd offered it. Quiet, but vivid, the sensations driving out all his other thoughts, even if only for the slow moments that it lasted. His breathing eased as he heard her murmur in his ear. "Yeah," he answered. He'd give her anything she wanted tonight, without a struggle. He wanted to give in and get lost and not think. If that meant pushing his comfort zone in other ways, then he would. Amber could order him around; that would give him an anchor, something to hold on to. Her words. Her.

He inhaled sharply as she backed away, setting himself for the drive back to her place. He got into the car and started the heaters, to get rid of the chill pervading him, through his clothes. It wasn't that late--they couldn't have been at the stupid carnival for more than a couple of hours--but it didn't matter; Foreman felt like he'd been pushing himself to keep awake for days. Like a blink could turn into sleep if he wasn't careful. It was an illusion, brought on by everything he'd said tonight, but Foreman made sure he was focused as he pulled out of the parking lot and driving back toward Amber's apartment.

There was nothing, really, to say. He'd be fine if the ride passed in silence. Changing the subject hadn't worked before, and this time it was worse, weighing down on him. But it was comforting that Amber hadn't demanded more, the way he'd half-expected. Hadn't asked why? or did you try...? as if his family were all incompetent, as if they hadn't tried everything they could. In the end, it wasn't up to them, and maybe Amber, who relied so much on herself, would understand that. Foreman hoped so, but most of all, he hoped she'd let him distract both of them tonight, and respect what he'd said earlier--that he didn't want to talk about this.