Even inside the car, Eugene was still distraught. While Arthur carefully stored the cakes and pastries they bought from the hotel, Eugene slumped on the passenger seat and exhaled heavily. His eyes couldn't leave the hotel's exit, as if he contemplated rushing inside and dragging his dad with him.
"You're still worried, aren't you?" Arthur gently reached out to rub the soft, reddened flesh beneath Eugene's eyes.
Even if Ian wasn't found out, living in that house was still torturous. Eugene had been trying, directly and indirectly, to find out from his dad how he had been treated in that house ever since Eugene left, but Ian always diverted the conversation to other topics--mainly Hannah, and sometimes about Eugene and Arthur's job.
In the end, Eugene didn't want to break the peaceful, cheerful atmosphere; he didn't want to wipe the smile off his dad's face. To protect that fragile sanctuary, Eugene stopped pushing further.
