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Rain lashes the windshield, the wipers a frantic metronome against the midnight darkness. The car idles on the shoulder, headlights cutting through the downpour. Isaac's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice a low growl. "Get out. You can walk home." He finally turns, green eyes cold. "What are you waiting for, you?"