Point taken, Eddie thinks. Now is not the time. Of course, the reaction alone tells him that Billy very much does need to talk. Just not while he’s operating a moving vehicle. Normally, Eddie enjoys when the other drives a little dangerously, enjoys the thrill of it. This is undoubtedly different, makes him just a touch nervous.

“Maybe some music then,” He says, reaching for the radio. There’s already a tape loaded up, Slayer comes blasting through the speakers. It’s not the kind of music most people would find relaxing, but neither of them are most people. Eddie resolves to try broaching the subject again once they’ve found a place, settles for rubbing his thumb over Billy’s thigh, hoping to soothe.