"I'm the height of fashion." He shoots back, and it feels right, natural to say something like that. He'd pulled Steve from the river, and refuses to think about why.

Leaning his head back, he studies the ceiling of the SUV. He could go for food, but that can wait. He wants to put more distance between them and DC right now.

Two hours into the trip, he finally moves to sit in the seat, rather than on the floor, and stretches out his legs. "We should find somewhere to eat, and money."