[Nodding a bit, he climbs in to the passenger side, only to look back while he's buckling in in order to see the bed. He laughs, just a little, but it's a warm sound rather than anything intended to be mocking.]

Looks great.

[He turns forward again, and leans back against the seat.]

Anyway, my folks are the type to only hear what they want to. So. Even a letter wouldn't help. And clue-by-fours bounce right off their heads.

Just... no one likes feeling like someone they love goes missing. So this way, I'm not "missing".