[ The light changes to green. This far away from the city center, the road is close to deserted already - now and again, they pass another car, lights flickering past in the darkness, but other than that, it's a relatively private affair. Quiet, in a sense. He thinks about the apartment. About this conversation. Usually, he doesn't talk that much with his one-night stands; they tend to know what they want, after all, and small-talk isn't it. Claude, on the other hand...

He smiles very slightly at the other man's wording. Clever choice. ]

As with so many other things, yes? [ A sharp left-turn. The road grows narrower, lined by trees and old town-houses. The lights are on behind some of the windows whilst others look dark, impenetrable. Secretive. He glances sideways at Claude again, one hand on the steering wheel whilst he runs the other through his hair quickly. Borderline-nervous energy. ] So long as it doesn't crumble beneath you when you take off, there's potential.

[ It's hard to decide whether or not this night has been a launching pad or a slow but inevitable demolition. It certainly hasn't felt like the latter but who's he to say? He's got nothing to compare it to. All he knows is that he's driving the other man home and when he's done, the quiet will sneak up on him as it always does. Status quo. His smile grows stiffer and he looks away again. Focuses on the road. ]