[Graham wasn't blind, and he wasn't stupid neither. He could see the boy was upset, clear as day, even though he tried real hard to hide it. If he was good with words, he would've said something. Once, a long time ago, he would've known what to say. Back when he was still Dad, hugs and comfort weren't things he felt like he was no longer deserving of, give or take. Some men would tell their sons to be a man, but his father hadn't been like that and he hadn't thought he was either. Still, the world was a mean, mean place, and Graham hadn't been there as much as he should. Thought it was best for the boy, growing up normal or close to it.]
Alright. [He hesitated, a glance over his shoulder down at the road.] Fine if you're not, too. Was hard the first time I was here. [Graham shrugged, looking back at Jake, the abandoned cars, and back again, like a loop.] How are you on gas?