I like the idea. [Grunt.] Of being outside. [Huff.]

Somewhere no one's gonna find us...cause they're right next door but they got no reason to come out lookin'.

[The kid swallows, writhing from those separate movements that go so damn well together. He's thinking beer cans and cigarette butts in the flatbed, loud noise from the nearest establishment designated as their rendezvous. People could come out any moment and catch them, but they won't cause nobody ever comes out back to this area. As for the shock, well...]

Depends on your suspension. [Car talk? While getting handled? Surely that's like an added treat.]