Bobby took Josh's hand when he got up unceremoniously to his feet. He relinquished the keys, buckling up at a speed that would have embarrassed the hellion of Bobby who had been driving five minutes before. He folded his arms, slouching into the seat with the goal to somehow get lost in it.
"I... let's just get outta Long Island. We can take it from there," Bobby paused to exhale, having forgotten again. His breath was still frosty and shaky. Food did sound good right now, but Bobby wasn't sure what he wanted other than being as far away from 'home' as possible. "Food, then whatever you want to do. If you want to go back upstate to snowboard I'll give you the directions."
His head flopped to the side to watch Josh as he drove. "...I'm sorry about everything. Thank you. You know I'm not normally this pathetic." Bobby apologized as if his reputation was on the line somehow.