Tetradore had become quite near suspicious by nature - though, truly, what reason did he have to not be? Nearly every soul he knew had betrayed him or set out to use and harm him in some fashion. Most individuals he interacted with on a daily basis would have either readily seen his kingdom toppled or would have eagerly embraced a new 'monarch', of sorts. That very mention of a 'friend' venturing into that personal space made Tetradore all the more weary. His gaze hardly deviated from the young man at his side, watching his companion near intently as Tobias sheepishly admitted to eating that gift that he had been given. He had quite near demanded to know not only who Tobias had met but also what he had eaten. That concern for his best friends welfare had quite near immediately flared to life within him, even whilst he mentally went through that list of whom might have considered themselves Tetradore's friend - much less who the deviant boy might have liked. It was the mention of Matteo's name, however, that brought some near measure of relief within the man's frame, much less the explanation of exactly what Tobias had eaten. Candy. Of course.

A small snort left his nose at that singular word, the man shaking his head all the same. "You would think if he knew you'd eat them all, then he'd just bring more." Tetradore muttered to himself, his arms crossing over his chest. He knew well of Matteo's affinity for the future. The fae Frenchman had truly been the only sort of sanctuary Tetradore had ever had within his adolescent years, even if he had never expressed to the man how utterly meaningful such moments had been. He had been the one person to reassure him that his captivity wouldn't last forever. He'd been the singular soul to regard him with that same warm ease no matter the state he had found Tetradore in - alone, tired, scared, hurt, covered in blood that wasn't his own. It hadn't mattered and he had quite near clung to that comfort. As he aged, he'd needed the man less and less, in some fashion, anyways. Perhaps it wasn't surprising at all that Matteo's visits had become rarer and rarer. Still, it would be nice to see the Frenchman again. "I bet it was a good candy too." He continued, already considering his 'favorites' from the chocolate covered oreos to the European malt balls. Whatever it was, he was sure it was worth it.

That sudden request to drive the car backwards, however, drew Tetradore from his inner thoughts, the man near given to consider it for a moment. After all, Tobias had clearly displayed his capabilities at those bumper cars, even when neither had not quite been right of mind. Surely this vehicle was no different. Readily, Tetradore agreed, shifting that vehicle into reverse. His own gaze turned towards that side mirror in a wholly precautionary fashion and yet, he was entirely unsurprised to see the boy drive that vehicle with a certain level of near mastery. It was merely unfortunate that the world at large could not accept this as a form of driving on that street. He almost regretted that simple insistence that Tobias was unable to drive home in such a way, the man almost expecting that disgruntled sound from his friend, one that was apparently quickly misplaced with ideas of what they might be able to do instead of that vehicle once they returned to the Ark. Frankly, the sound of ice cream and video games was utterly glorious in the wake of all his life had consisted of lately. He was entirely content to take up the boy's offer with a sound promise - what he didn't anticipate, however, was that Tobias was not yet finished with that vehicle.

That request to drive off that luggage ramp drew his own emerald green eyes towards that metal structure. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he considered the sheer weight of that vehicle. That ramp, he was assured, was not meant to carry this much. His utterance that it might be crushed beneath them, however, prompted little more from his companion that such was equally as fun. Tetradore hardly had the moment to protest before that car was shot backwards, swinging around with the same speed only to rush headlong towards that ramp. "Shit, Tobias!" His hand clutched at the handle on the door, the man entirely bracing himself for what he knew was going to come. He could feel the back of that car being lifted upwards by the inclination of that ramp and yet, in mere seconds, the vehicle was quite near airborne. Tetradore could hardly help that shout that left his lips at the unexpected feeling of adrenaline that clutched at his stomach, his body tensing with clear expectation of the worst as the vehicle quite sharply collided with the ground, jolting them both before the seatbelts could catch them and slam into their chests. The vehicle quite near swerved out of control before, abruptly coming to the same sort of jerkish stop as the first time Tobias had attempted to step on the gas. That sudden halt all but near left Tetradore breathless, his gaze slowly shifted back towards his companion. "Jesus Christ." He spoke, even as Tobias threw his hands into the air in an unexpected display of delight. Tobi was trying to kill him again. He was certain.

Tetradore leaned back into that seat, his heart near hammering into his chest as he let out a slow, long breath. That death grip on the handle was loosened, his hand falling into his lap. "I think....that's enough for now." He commented, reaching over to put the vehicle into park. Frankly, he didn't think he could handle anymore for tonight. His attention shifted briefly back towards his companion at his name on the boy's lips and yet, Tetradore regarded him with little more than a grunt. He watched as Tobias shifted within his seat, that hand on his arm prompted his own eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. Even so, he waited patiently for those stuttered words, only for a soft snort to leave his nose. "Well, who else were you going to ask?" He commented, the man quite clearly anticipated that 'honor' of sorts. Just as he anticipated that Tobias would already know his answer. There was no reason for the boy to even ask, as far as he was concerned - presumptuous though it might have seemed.