"Nah, bro, I got this."
Thanaros nodded and put on his seat belt.
"Suit yourself. Giddyup, bitch."
The kid chuckled and started driving, his eyes glazed over and bloodshot.
"So what's your story, man?"
"Me?" Thanaros muttered. "In town to check on my mom and her new boyfriend. Just passing through. Once I'm sure they're all set, I'm catching a flight back home."
"Bro, that's so nice of you to check on your mom. Is she having a tough time or something?" the kid asked, wiping his nose on his sleeve before taking another hit from his joint.
Thanaros thought about it. "I can't say for sure. She just sort of popped up in my life again for the first time in like, centuries," he sighed.
"I mean, to be fair, I was the one who drove her away in the first place." Thanaros reached out the window, gesturing at the swaying fields of corn, draining the life out of
a few hundred yards of the stuff just because he could.
