Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

Whatever connection he'd thought he'd felt last night seems muted now, dulled in the light of day. Or maybe he'd simply imagined it. He suddenly feels cold when the other stands up, shivering slightly as he forces his own legs to prop up beneath him. They still feel weak, but he's able to keep his balance. Thank you, He says quietly after the man finishes speaking, assuming he'd given the information somewhere in the haze of the night. His tone softens slightly with the next words, tinged with a warmth that seems so real he almost believes it himself. All he feels is cold right now, but the need to make this stranger like him drives a friendlier approach than he might usually take (and if he's being completely honest with himself, he wants him). But — what about your friend? Is there a problem?