[He sighs, thumping his hands lightly on the steering wheel before shaking his head and emerging from the car, walking around to the passenger side in exasperation.]
Fine. C'mon, knees up.
[Apparently, he wasn't kidding about the princess carry, because that's precisely what happens — he simply lifts Abbacchio up and out of the car, drawing him into his arms and against his chest so that he can stay as drowsy-drunk as he wants.]
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[He sighs, thumping his hands lightly on the steering wheel before shaking his head and emerging from the car, walking around to the passenger side in exasperation.]
Fine. C'mon, knees up.
[Apparently, he wasn't kidding about the princess carry, because that's precisely what happens — he simply lifts Abbacchio up and out of the car, drawing him into his arms and against his chest so that he can stay as drowsy-drunk as he wants.]