[Ronan only barely suppresses the urge to explain a proper counter-steer, and only because he's sure it's not worth the effort. If Kavinsky hasn't learned by now, he's basically doomed to be a shitty driver forever.
Ronan's out of the car a second later, slamming the door shut. It's somewhere around that moment that he realizes his heart is racing and it's got nothing to do with the turn they just took.
He joins Kavinsky with a few steps, looking first at the duffel bag, then at the key. He can guess.]
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Ronan's out of the car a second later, slamming the door shut. It's somewhere around that moment that he realizes his heart is racing and it's got nothing to do with the turn they just took.
He joins Kavinsky with a few steps, looking first at the duffel bag, then at the key. He can guess.]
There's one already. At the house.
[But it doesn't feel like his own, does it?]