Driving is at least kind of soothing, in a mindless kind of way. It doesn't help, but it gives him something to focus on, even if he still drives too fast. He wants to blast the radio, drown out everything, but Munson opens his mouth before fingers do more than brush the dial, and the words stall out his movements.

"What?"

It's reflexive, out before he fully processes the suggestion, but once he catches up he huffs a breath and shrugs.

"Fine. Whatever."

His words are hollow, like he doesn't really care one way or the other. Like he's barely there at all. There's nothing really tethering him anywhere anyway, not anymore. Seeing Max just makes him want to break things, like he had any real chance of stopping it, and the only tangible, physical person he could take it out on is dead.

"Aren't your nerd friends gonna freak out?"