To be honest, he didn't want to apply it himself. The stuff was sticky and uncomfortable in his hands. He had originally hoped she would help him.
But given the current atmosphere, it was impossible to ask her to help now. If he refused to apply it, he would probably get kicked off the car.
Resigned, he opened the sunscreen bottle and struggled to squeeze the lotion out, applying it to his body. Meanwhile, he grumbled inwardly, wondering what kind of situation this was. He'd come out on a trip, and yet here they were, fighting over whether or not to apply sunscreen, stuck on the road.
Laurent kept her head turned, ignoring him and gazing out the window. However, she was listening closely to every movement he made.
When she heard him open the sunscreen bottle and start applying it, her anger finally dissipated somewhat. Just as she was about to turn around and help him, she heard him speak softly again: