He reaches over to land his hand on Chris's shoulder for a reassuring squeeze. His eyes flicker from the road to lock on him. Yeah, he gets it. He's been trying like hell for two years.

Strangely, he thinks of Lucifer again, who has heard Wilhelm's distress from afar and come swooping in. He laughs to himself, and it turns into a wicked grin. Well, mischievous, at least.

"If you're trying to be my guardian angel, you're too late. I've already got the devil himself on my side. But...I could use a friend." He'd just lost one, after all. "Same to you, okay?"

Chris could message him, if he wanted. For now, they'll leave all those heavy things in the rearview mirror as they loop around the shifting landscape of the Horizon — without ever circling back to the fading rose garden.