Avilio's Summary

The majority of the ride is painstakingly quiet, with Nero being too hesitant to break the silence and Avilio seemingly more tense than usual. He sits in a rigid position much too harsh to be natural and his knuckles are white around the wheel. Nero guesses that something must have gone wrong in town, but feels that if he asked, Avilio would drive the car into the nearest building.
It doesn’t take them long to reach a large dirt field and Avilio steps on the break so abruptly that Nero has to slam his hands on the dash to prevent his face from making impact with the leather.
“A warning would have been nice.”
“Watch out.” Avilio says dryly, opening the car door and getting out of the seat. They swap positions. Nero had learned some of the

Now he knew why the other’s driving was so bad. Avilio barely knew the basics himself.
After a few mishaps here and there, Nero spends a good few hours driving around the empty lot to practice his newfound skill. The sky is sunny and clear, making conditions optimal for a first time driver and Nero quickly finds that driving was not as easy as it seemed. The car that they had borrowed from the lodge was old and heavy, making the steering wheel refuse Nero’s orders more than once and Nero has to struggle keeping the wheels out of craters in the ground. Occasionally, the engine sputters and dies, sending Nero into a fit of curses while Avilio observed

He’s able to weave between bushes without killing the engine and his parking had improved tremendously. Now, whenever Avilio drew the lines for an imaginary parking spot, he only took up two spaces instead of three.
“I think I’m getting the hang of it, no thanks to you.” Nero drives up next to Avilio, who had grown tired of Nero’s fascination for the wheel and had retired to the edge of the lot. He leans over and opens the passenger door, beckoning for Avilio to come in. Avilio turns up his nose, but gets in anyway.
“I am not your dog.” He says distastefully, but Nero only chuckles and restarts the engine. It had taken a lot of convincing on Nero’s end to have Avilio drive them back to the lodge, but the other had finally given in after a few turns at the wheel. Before the drive can turn into the same cold silence from earlier, Nero hurries to make conversation.
“Anything interesting happen in town? Had to be more exciting than me washing clothes.”
“Nothing much, except for the rumors that the Galassias have sent someone else after us.” Nero raises a brow but doesn’t persist with the topic. It’s obvious how Avilio doesn’t want to divulge any more details about the rumors, judging by the other man’s irritated