He made a non-committal noise. He wasn't sure if peacefully asleep was any better in some situations. But- he wouldn't call what'd happened to Proko 'peaceful'. Fuck. He didn't know, and he'd agonized over the details for so long; he probably wouldn't ever stop. "Yeah, probably." He wasn't going to get into specifics, for both their sakes. "No one should have to suffer or struggle for that long." No one should have to suffer at all, in an ideal world.

But then- he hadn't thought about the fact she wasn't going to get to graduate high school when he'd mentioned it, but he realized why her expression was the way it was after a moment. He looked away for a moment, and though he didn't apologize, it was only so he didn't draw more attention to things. "Yeah?" He said instead. "So you're...seventeen? Eighteen?"

Talking about cars was easier, though. Safer, not tied to any traumas or anything. "I'm not so good under the hood. Something fucks up, I usually just take it to the mechanic's." Parrish did good work, and Kavinsky trusted his mechanical knowledge, even though he was pretty sure the other boy despised him. "But I could drive all day--or night. The sound of the engine is just- it's like nothing else exists, no stress, no problems."