Lou may not have had any reservations of going to hang out with her friend no matter what age differences there were, but all the awkwardness she didn't feel for that, she felt for what they were discussing now. As a rule, Lou didn't go to other people with her problems, especially not the kinds of things a daughter might have gone to a father to protect her from. Her dad had walked out on her, and from that day on she'd looked to herself to solve - and usually cause - her own problems. But this one had left her thrown.
It was easier with his focus seemingly back on the wreck. She knew for a fact she still had his attention, but it helped. Lou even walked over and started checking on anything that she could without getting in his way. Didn't matter that he'd already taken a look. She fidgeted and wanted to make sure there was enough windshield wiper fluid or anything else she could use to ground herself.
"What was it like in Detroit?" She hadn't meant to ask, but she was honestly curious. She half resented and half longed for the outside world. Lou knew she was dodging the topic, but she wasn't the most linear of thinkers when it came to these things. And putting the topic back into the more abstract helped, not that she wanted to hear any particularly morbid stories. She just needed to remember that there was a world out there beyond a somewhat guilty conscience.