Emberwood swerve to the side, been driving all night

The agreement is expected, but the question that follows is not. He hasn't stopped to think about that yet — most of them are out of his reach anyway. He glances down briefly, thinking he ought to try to clean the ones that he can reach. Instead, his gaze finds Taikon again. No. I didn't think about that, Another glance down, then back up, indecisive. The question seems to be leading somewhere — but does he want it to go there? As it turns out, the answer is that he doesn't want to touch the reminders of whatever his mind is struggling to keep locked away. I can't really reach most of it. He continues innocently, unwilling to make the suggestion outright, not when he's too foggy to know where the conversation might lead from there. It's easier to lead from the rear right now, to allow things to unfold and react accordingly.