Jack had always been the voice of their partnership. He'd talked them up or down, decided where they went and when; he was the brains of the outfit back in the day. John, on the other hand, was the career criminal and techie. So it only came natural for him to break into that car. Resourceful, he'd say he was. No moral compunction about killing, stealing, or the like, not when it got him closer to the intended end. Today, that end was somewhere private with Jack, though how many times had that goal gone awry? And how often did it not matter? Those were the memories that kept him warm at night and had him even more irritated about him having gone native with this whole 'taken' garbage. It was such a primitive idea, pairing off. He loathed it.
"Fine. Prefer daddy anyway, seeing you're so old," John said, entirely unconcerned with the acid behind Jack's reply. Not his problem, whatever it was. His guess was the man landed himself in slavery again. At least this time it wasn't his fault.
John ducked inside the car and got it hotwired in moments, having warmed up to the take a couple of days previous when meeting Suzie Costello. He was a fast learner, what could he say?
"Actually, you should drive. Didn't work out so well the last time I did," he said and made to climb over to the passenger side, "Move, unless you want me in your lap. Then we aren't going anywhere."