(TYLER)
Miles and Sasha's expressions look pretty serious. I have no idea what they are talking about, and neither does Sasha bring me up to speed when we get into the car.
Sasha makes numerous phone calls on the drive. I don't know what the calls are about though because he speaks some foreign language that I don't understand. I realize that he is very busy today but still made time to drive me to the hospital. I feel flattered until it dawns on me that maybe he decided to drive me himself because he doesn't want people to know that I'm aborting his baby behind his back.
Most things he does usually serve his needs. Not mine.