Warren wanted to question Nathan more about his past, but he felt he'd be stepping over his boundaries again per usual. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he looked out the window, falling into deep thought, trying to keep himself from prying into Nathan's past life.
Nathan glanced over, noticing the other teen staring out the window, a bit irritated by how carefree Warren looks. The teen driver knew there was really no right to have complaints of how the timid teen lived his life, let alone a reason to threaten him or get under his skin. Nathan felt an emotion he hasn't dealt with before, and that emotion is envy. He was in denial when that word entered his mind. Most teens would love to live a rich, fancy lifestyle like Nathan's. Nathan scoffed by the thought of if others knew the truth behind the curtains of the Prescott heritage.
"What's so funny?" Warren questioned, still looking out the window.
"Nothing of your concerns, Graham." Nathan sighed, resting his elbow on the door, feeling pressure and coldness from the window, having one hand on the wheel, "Just mind your own business."
Warren sighed deeply, closing his eyes, his face down, feeling a bit irked and worried at the same time. The teen had the urge to speak up and question the other one, but swallowed his tongue, trying best he could to keep his mouth shut. He glanced over at Nathan, noticing his expression looked... miserable. Miserable to the point of where it looked as though he was about to break down again. Warren knew there was a high possibility to a death sentence, but he risked it. He reached out to Nathan, praying his eyes wouldn't turn dark, let alone freak out and crash the vehicle.
Nathan jolted a little by the touch, before glancing over at the timid teen. His mind wanted to hit him to get him off his back, but there was something that held him back. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he was surprised he didn't want to hit Warren. He fell into denial again, pretending the reason is because he didn't want to beat himself up. Literally.
Nathan shook his head with a scoff, "Remove your hand, before I remove it for you..." He gripped the wheel as a warning.
"Oh, come on. Don't beat yourself up, Prescott." Warren tried to joke, feeling like a complete and utter idiot.
"Christ... do you ever stop and think seriously for once?!" Nathan growled.
"When's the last time you cracked a smile after a joke rather than an insult, Prescott? Hm?" The timid teen cocked his head to the side, a small, teasing look.
The other teen glared over at Warren, not wanting to listen to the others fair statement, "Just shut up and follow orders if you want to survive, Gayram. 'K?" He growled.
"I'm gonna find a way to make you laugh whether you want to or not." Warren chuckled, "You may threaten me, but you wouldn't want to kill yourself, would ya?"
Nathan groaned, slamming the breaks, making the vehicle stop instantly, making the wheels screeched, leading the tires to raise some smoke. He gripped the wheel with both hands, trying to hold in his annoyance that always lead to anger, but by impulse, he let his steam all out.
"Seriously, Graham! What the fuck is up with you?! Aren't you ever scared of what goes on in our lives and the consequences we make if we do one wrong move?! Have you ever seen the real world?! What emotion besides fear and humor do you have, Graham?! Tell me that!" He jerked his head over to stare daggers at Warren.
Warren jolted by the sudden bark and glare. Something he has seen himself never doing. He leaned against the door and gulped, feeling as though he was cornered from the Grim Reaper himself. The timid teen wanted to say something. Anything. But his mouth wouldn't open. Nothing would come up his throat and leave his lips. His whole body was tensed up to where it felt as though he was going through the aftermath of jumping off a building. Warren breathed as calmly as he could to ease his beating heart, hoping it would give him the ability to speak up. Once he caught his breath, he looked down with a sigh before looking back up at the angered teen.
"I... I am scared every single fucking day, Prescott. I am scared of failing one to almost everything. I am scared of losing my chance with Max. I am even terrified of you, to be honest." He gulped, "And I have seen the real world countless times to which is what lead me to this school in the first place, Prescott! I have other emotions besides fear and humor! I just don't like throwing it on others... why not learn something from that, Prescott?"
"What are you getting at, Graham? Hm? Are you telling me how I should feel? How I should live my life? You have no fucking clue of the life sentences I have under this bastard of a father I deal with." He let go of the steering wheel, facing Warren, holding out his index finger towards him with his usual, infamous glare, "You don't know the shit I have to deal with on a daily basis."
"I am having to now, so why not enlighten me, Prescott?" He glared in turn, not backing down this time, "Or are you just going to turn me down and hide in your shell like always?"
Even though he knew he was going to beat himself up at this point, Nathan growled loudly as though a sign of a beating is about to occur, his hands clenching tightly, preparing to yell, but was soon silenced by a sudden hug, "What the fuck...?" He jolted, his hands loosening as though falling weak, "Let me fucking go, Gayram!" He tried to pry him off of him, but his body denied on putting all its strength against him.
"Why the fuck won't you ever open up, Prescott?" Warren whispered, "Why won't you ever take a second to let yourself breathe for once?" He tightened the hug, "Please let someone help you out for once, for fuck's sake..."
Nathan's heart became heavy, his mind drew a blank, and his body reacted all on it's own. He closed his eyes tightly. Tightened his jaw. Gripped on Warren's shoulders, digging his nails into his jacket as though hanging onto him for dear life. All of this releasing at once before burying his face in the crook of his neck, bawling without trying his best to hold it all in.
Warren wanted to question Nathan this time since it seemed he was finally at his vulnerable moment, but something held him back. Instead of questioning something that seemed very vital, he felt a silent moment of releasing all emotions would help more than questions that could lead to a possible comfort.