He's doing his best to hold in a laugh while he pulls into Indi's parking lot.

The tiny restaurant itself is hardly impressive; it looks like a typical fast-food dive, except there's a line spilling out the door.

(And for good reason -- the place serves the best fried chicken in the area.)

"It's all carry-out," he says, putting the car into park. "Are you good with eatin' at your place?"

Reese's hotel is just a few blocks away, and her room is much tidier than his extended-stay suite across town.