The initial surprise felt fleeting. His heart skipped a beat, a very strong one, but he hid it.
The owner of the sunny-colored hair looking dim in the darkness didn't show any sign of panic. Though he didn't move his hand away from the start mechanism of the car either.
"You found me."
It was not a question. It was a statement. He had hoped to survive, he had tried to get away, but he had failed, so he accepted his fate. And he was not even surprised.
"..."
No reply came from the back, and that, too, didn't surprise him. He seemed relieved, and the casual attitude he adopted in the following moment showed it. He even had smile at the corner of his lips when he spoke again:
"I doubt you would bomb yourself to death with me, so allow me to ignore the advice."
