Thankfully Enzo has explained to him what a seatbelt is, so there's no need to tread old ground. Autor smiles a little, nodding meekly. "I'd appreciate that, though I don't know how well it'd work. And I'm sorry to worry you." He's not about to deny that he's one of her boys. Not now.

At her question, the boy glances away, at the wall. "Oh, um, let's see," he murmurs. The truth is, he's going on four days now, which is why he's dizzy and pale and has trembling hands, and probably couldn't stand right now. Her asking about it reminds him of his stomach, and he finds to his chagrin that he's ravenous.

The boy looks back to her. "A while. It's been a little while."