Tobias was, in those precarious moments, largely oblivious to his companions own lackluster efforts and the sluggishness with with Tetradore seemed to stand- let alone move. Tobias, perhaps, so merely taking the older man's lack of enthusiasm as simple tiredness rather than an overall sense of near dejected hope that this very plan was futile from beginning to end. He was, here and now, wholly unaware that his companion so merely humoured him in this alone and that he had made no true effort to assure either Frost or his Fancy Friend had been summoned to care for the pack in their absence. Tobias, it seemed, far more dedicated to that veritable escape then his companion even despite the times they had failed before- or indeed- they had watched others fail. The gangly deviant it seemed, so finally unwilling to take anymore. The return of Risque readily coaxing within him that desire to flee in a fashion it never truly had. The Leopard, for all his own tenacity and veritable adoration of any sort of fight had so seemingly decided that this was a fight they would not and could not win. That desire to flee perhaps as......selfish as it was selfless in turn. The shaggy-haired boy having assigned himself his brothers protector so many years ago, a job and a role he took with decided seriousness and one he sought to fulfil now even if it came at the expense of near every other member of their pack. Tobias so simply refusing to allow Tetradore to be...hurt anymore. His own fears that his companion might leave him again perhaps only further driving his insistence in this. An instance Tetradore himself so hardly had the heart to fight in the wake of those emotions that had, so finally, bubbled to the surface between them. Emotions so normally hidden within themselves. Tobias so unaware of those other thoughts that turned in his brothers mind as he hurried from the room to deliver that handwritten note to his girlfriends own. Raven would understand. Yes. Raven understood all things he was sure.

The dark-eyed boy had no sooner returned to Tetradores room then those chocolate bars Matteo had left were scooped up and into his arms. Chocolate, it seemed, the only true item the deviant deemed worthy of packing. Tobias so having failed to consider a need for anything else in that impromptu plan as Tetradore fished those keys from within the draw before leading the pair downward and into that garage. Tobias entirely content to follow near obediently as that gleaming red car was unlocked. The Leopard was quick to hurry to that passenger side and settle himself within that comfortable seat. Tobias nothing but assured such a chair, in all of their cars, was reserved for him alone. Those chocolates readily placed within that center console before the car so readily rumbled to life beneath them. Tobias, for all his distinct fracturedness, so continuously content to find a decided thrill in those cars and the sound of that engine. A grin of sorts dancing readily across his lips as the car rolled smoothly forward to peel into the darkness of the Western side. It was perhaps only some minutes before his hand reached suddenly for Tetradore's own arm, that touch so designed to draw the elder mans attention toward him as the boy so gestured toward the opposite direction with that sudden insistence that the road they were currently on, that most direct road out of the city- would be the first road Risque, or her employees, would take in pursuit of them come nightfall.

For all Tobias' decidedly....questionable nature, the boy was so hardly foolish in any sense. His ability to remember those often near curious details readily prompting him to insist those things he knew to be true- because he had seen them before. Because he remembered. Because somewhere within the fractured confines of those thoughts and memories he had buried so deeply of his months with Risque he recalled that other whom had tried to flee. The female. He remembered that talk, those conversations between Risque and her employees. He remembered riding in that car with the vampire woman as she worked out so quickly which way the female cat had gone. Risque, in that singular moment, perhaps so unintentionally having provided Tobias something in return. His affinity for those patterns in others and their behaviour having readily seized onto that singular scrap of information. Risque would always take this road first. Always. Tobias, in turn, direcing Tetradore toward that most unlikely route and the route she would least expect them to take. The one that lead back toward the home they had left behind and Tobias himself had not returned to in more years then he was capable of counting. They would hardly fool that vampire woman entirely by taking such an unexpected path and yet- they would surely slow her, or whomever she sent, down considerably in the inevitable pursuit. That they would, in turn, annoy her thoroughly with such deception was an equal consideration and yet one Tobias hardly voiced.

That soft breath that left his companions lips was hardly missed and yet that change of lanes so readily seemed to settle Tobias once more. Tetradore piloting that car toward the long, sweeping, winding roads that led upward into the thick of the forest and mountains. The car easily picked up speed on that road, Tobias glancing but once back toward the city as it so rapidly disappeared behind them only to turn back towards that road ahead. The boy silent for several long moments before that query of how far they would go today seemed to find his lips. Tobias glancing toward his companion then. His dark eyes lingering expectantly upon the other man as Tetradore shrugged before gesturing to that gas tank, Tobias content to eye it near critically as if the tank itself was to be blamed for remaining only half full. That simple assertion they would drive until they felt like stopping, however, seemed to satisfy him readily. His head nodded before he settled within that seat once more. At least until that yawn so crossed his brothers lips. That very yawn, it seemed, so prompted a scowl to the deviants own. Tobias reaching for one of those chocolate bars then before proceeding to unwrap it and hold it directly toward his chosen Alpha. Chocolate, he was sure, would solve that very tiredness. Tobias waiting only so long as it took for his companion to take it before before reaching for one for himself in turn. The boy eagerly biting into it as those winding roads lead them ever upward and the rising sun so readily began to drench those tree tops in light. In the day, at least, no one would come for them. Even if they had only one day before Risque so surely realised.

Tobias was, perhaps, unusually settled for the vast extent of that journey over the mountains and down the other side. The boy seeming decidedly content to merely sit. Those occasional, unintelligible words parting his lips the only true indication he was thinking about anything at all and yet he made little effort to offer them aloud. The car so at last reaching the base of that mountain and forest only to veritable lead them out onto that flat open road that seemed to travel for miles and miles in a single direction. Tobias' gaze readily content to widen at the sight of it. Another grin so finding his lips as he sat more readily upward then. Any hope that he might fall asleep so apparently futile. Not when those desert-like roads of perfect flatness existed before them. His gaze turned readily toward Tetradore once more.

"Can we....go faster?"

How often, after all, were they readily given a road so flat and open and long to drive upon? There were no streets, not stop lights, no crosswalks, no police. That car afforded a truly rare chance to run to the fullest of its abilities. Tobias, it seemed, distinctly determined to enjoy that veritable escape in that moment. Tetradore, he knew, unlikely to deny them this as that car rapidly began to pick up only more and more speed. That very engine seeming to hum with it as that machine was so given that chance to do as it did best- and go fast. That near delighted whoop so readily left the lanky deviant then. That road flying beneath them faster and faster, that scenery a veritable blur. Tobias' joy at such speed surely clear as they all but raced across that open ground. Tetradore so at last beginning to slow that vehicle, earning the elder man a near critical glance before he pointed toward that gas station. Tobias having forgotten about that need for gas entirely. A need that was surely more pressing in the wake of that gallop. That car pulled slowly into the gas station then. Tobias sliding from his seat in turn in an effort to stretch his legs after several long hours seated. The deviant content to delight in watching Tetradore work that gas pump before following his companion into that gas station to pay. That look he was given prompting a huff from him well before Tetradore could voice those words he was surely about to.

"I will....not....touch....I know!"

Tobias had been so veritably banned from touching anything in any store unless Tetradore so desired it or afforded him that permission to steal it. The deviant otherwise content to pilfer just about anything he touched- else he tended to break things store owners so then demanded they pay for. Tobias firmly stuffing his hands into his pockets as if to prove he had little intention of thievery today. His attention far more taken with that far wall of maps and photographs taken by other guests. "That is a seriously sweet ride, what is it?" the gas station attendant readily gestured toward that car as Tetra saw to paying for that gas. Tobias plucking a map from the top of the pile before carrying it over to the counter to place it down. This, he was sure, was how one went about paying for things. An action so rare for Tetradore and himself he had only seen it performed several times in the entirety off his life. The attendant pressing that map back towards him "That's free, buddy. This is the last station for miles though, you might want to take some water with you at least. Where are you headed? You need directions?"

"We are not....headed....anywhere!"

That near pointed look the attendant was offered in near the same moment readily saw the man lift his palms upward in that universal gesture of innocence. This man, perhaps, used to seeing all sorts of people fleeing across that very desert. Tobias content to leave Tetradore to decide whether or not that water was required and to replenish those snack stores as he strode back out to their car only to spread that map across the bonnet. His utter love for lines of any kind prompting that grin as his head tilted in curiosity. That map both upside down and turned incorrectly on its side. Tobias seemingly oblivious to both as Tetradore returned from within the station.

"Which....way are we....going? It is....already middle of.....day.....we need to find....place to...sleep tonight."

Darkness, after all, would surely come within the next few hours. Tobias decidedly keen to get as far as they surely could before then.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push