Loras had the distinct feeling that he would only be taking the Lotus out on occasion. The rest of the time, he'd have to drive the Mustang or he'd either get loads of speeding tickets or he'd wind up, like Jack had said, wrapped around a tree somewhere.
"Turn right, Grandad," Loras instructed. There was a road not too far down from their neighbourhood that they could use. He was unaware that anyone was concerned for him. Had he been, he would have been annoyed by it. Sometimes, being young meant being blissfully ignorant of vibes around you.