"Are you...are you serious?" Sho whispers, eyes wide as he stares at the photo in his hand.
Reino leans over to get a better look at the picture. "It is rather damning, isn't it?" He asks like he's never seen it before. Like he wasn't the one to take the damn thing.
There's a moment when Sho contemplates just throwing it out the window. Bye-bye incriminating photograph, hello freedom! Except the chances of it being picked up by some stranger and sold on are too high.
That and he's sure that this isn't the only copy that Reino has. The bastard is sneaky like that.
Instead he just resigns himself to trying to figuring out just what the hell is happening in the photo. "What the hell are those?" He asks, shocked. "Are those...are those drugs?" His mouth is hanging open but he just can't bring himself to care at the moment.
Reino snorts and rolls his eyes. "Don't be silly." He reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket with his left hand and pulls out a small canister full of little white pills, giving it a few little shakes whilst he wears a (completely unrepentant) shit-eating grin. "Tic-tacs."
A strange noise fills the car - halfway between a growl and strangled laughter.
It takes Sho a few moments to realise that the noise is coming from him and he finds himself clenching his fists to stop himself from punching Reino in the face, feeling the photo crumple in his hand. But only because he doesn't want to find out what would happen if he punches out the driver.
It's about this time that Sho realises that Reino is still contemplating the photo and not the road, which he is driving at seventy down.
He lets out a strangled yell (which he thinks is apt for the circumstances) and shoves his hand in Reino's face, trying to get the bastard to look at the damn road and not at him.
Of course, Reino looks at him like he's just gone crazy, only with half his face being smooshed by Sho's palm.
By this time though, Sho is ignoring him, his gaze fluctuating between the road and the dashboard as he watches the needle on the speedometer slowly crawl its way past eighty and then ninety.
He whimpers and clutches at his seat. The priority of getting a handhold that could maybe (not going to ever) save him if they crash over-ruling all his other thought processes.
He tries to ask Reino to 'Please, dear God, look at the road. Idon'twanttodie.' But all that comes out is "Nnnghyahaaaaaaa!"
Unable to process his death which is becoming an increasing reality the longer he sits there doing nothing, Sho lunges forward, trying to grab the wheel and wrestle control of the vehicle from the obvious mad-man.