"Feet off the dash. I'm not raising a hooligan. But you are allowed to work the radio if you want." He rolled his shoulders as he drummed his fingers on the wheel, using one hand to give a quick gesture to the glove box which held all his CDs. It had been a couple hours since he'd waltzed into the house and declared that he was taking you on a road trip. He'd headed you into the car with an overnight bag though he didn't have any proper idea where he wanted to go, he just wanted to be with you for a bit and see where the road took you. The scenery of the country side were a smear of random greens and blues as he drove through the mostly rural section of the country. The occasional cow or live stock was spotted grazing in the fields as he looked around the nearly empty road

"I've got some snacks in a bag so just whenever you're hungry just tell me and we can pull over and eat and you can tell me all about some awesome day at school or university or just about anything else. Or you can tell me now, or you can just pick one of my awesome CDs and play one of those. And I can assure you, whatever goth or punk or pop music you're listening to nowadays, I've got some tape that's kind of like it in there."