Once he got Dana belted in, Harm pulled his jacket out of its position woven around his waist and slid into the back seat, laying it on the seat beside him. At first, he sat behind Dana's chair but it made him feel left out of the conversation so he moved his other stuff around and shuffled into the middle, digging around for the middle seat belt in limited light. It was only a lap belt but that was fine for him, it would allow him to sit forward and remain part of everything happening in the front. Plus, he felt there'd be better air flow and he was still a bit overheated from the club.
When Harm had adjusted it to his size and went to clip it in, he realised he also still had Dana's flask in his pocket. That was the bulge, not a stray part of his Ezio costume as he'd guessed. He pulled it out and played with it, flipping it over on his knee as he listened to his companions' commentary. He was disappointed Dana didn't accept Trick's offer of a sleepover - since he wanted to go there for the night - but a trip to the caravan park was far more sensible. Better than having a strange, drunk werewolf in the Fallows family home.
Trick either thought he was being funny or was just being a dick to provoke conversation by telling Dana to hang her head out the window like a dog. The offer to stay at his house was the absolute opposite to species-ist, proving he was just being funny and not serious, in Harm's opinion, but he didn't say anything about it. Trick didn't need him springing to his defence or explaining his joke. The beginning of their evening proved that Harm was not the defender in their relationship and he was still immensely grateful for the way his boyfriend had dealt with his idiotic brother. At least the dancing had distanced him from those feelings and helped reinstate his sanity. He was grateful for that, too.
The car being told that she only had to work for another month sent a thrill of excitement through Harm, because it reminded him unexpectedly that they were going overseas together. It was still hard to believe. His heart raced as he gazed at Trick's beautiful profile, imagining what it would be like to travel with him but failing spectacularly. He'd told his family though, so it was definitely going to happen. Had Trick told his dad? Harm would be sending his now-completed passport paperwork away first thing Monday morning. He'd have to figure out what time the Post Office opened. Was it nine o'clock?
Mention of Ben's surname distracted him from his thoughts and had Harm's ears metaphorically pricking. "You interviewed Ben Samson? Because of the election? How did you find him?" he asked curiously, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the shoulders of both of the front seats, trying not to press too hard so it didn't bother the passengers sitting in them. He now watched Dana's profile carefully, her flask clasped discreetly in his dangling hand so she didn't notice it and try to get it back to keep drinking.