He sighs in realization that what you think/type might be true. He gradually speeds up his driving speed to meet the speed limit of the icy roads. He and you will be arriving at the plane dock shortly, where you will board the plane with him and fly back to Italia.
The speeding up won’t wake him up. Making himself more comfortable in his seats; he breaths softly. When the car stops, he lazyly opens his eyes. Wondering what’s happening. Seeing your figure calms him down.
He stops at the plane dock, opening his door and stepping out. He then walks to the back and opens the door, reaching in and gently pulling you out. He carefully cradles you in one arm, and with the other, he begins to pull out his luggage, handing it to the Vongola attendances who put them into the plane. It’s a private plane.
