"You'll be fine." Maybe not much of a reassurance given the way he was speeding them along, but on the other hand, Victor seemed calm about it. One hand on the wheel, leaning back casually, eyes on the road. He had fast reflexes, he wasn't too worried. "Sixteen, huh?"

Just a bit younger than him then. Made sense, he'd lost a year in-between, so he was a little behind in school. Not that he cared. Finishing high school wasn't high up in his priorities. "You used to be scrawny. Good job growing up."

He remembered him a little now. "You look good for a white guy."