Title for this drabble ripped unabashedly from a vocabulary item I threatened into working for me after WLS left it unguarded in a review, endearingly oblivious to my dark proclivities.
(Logomania is a serious disease, folks, and I am sick.)
They've been walking for almost an hour and she keeps her eyes caged determinedly forward, her jaw tightening severely every few seconds or so, after every repeated declaration that they were bound to eventually happen upon a gas station 'or something' if they just keep hugging the highway.
It's freezing outside and she hasn't got a jacket (or, well, she did until Derek used it to try and clog the leaking transmission, which had very nearly resulted in Casey trying to bludgeon him to death with a tire iron), and he'd been thinking about tucking his around her shoulders (accompanied by a Very Rude Remark to offset the gesture) when she cuts an insidious look at him and remarks coldly that if he were any sort of 'gentleman,' he would've offered her his coat by now.
Which, alas, makes it immediately impossible for him to do so. (Derek Venturi would not ever wish to be mistaken for a gentleman, least of all by Casey.)
In which there is blatant tense abuse.