"C'mon, kid, who do you think I am?" he asks with a smile, happy to hear that bit of hope in her voice. Since Beverly had moved in, he's gotten better at properly cooking, sort of, making sure she gets her vegetables and things like that, but he figures burgers and dessert every so often won't be the end of the world.

"Get in," he says, opening the door for her before he heads back around to the other side of the car.