Hannibal and Sel - Sweets (cont.)
as he opens his own door and gets into the car, he smiles in knowing that he’s not the only one who enjoys his habits. he fastens his seatbelt and pulls out a rather childish wallet. a bit surprising for what you know of him. he slides his license up a bit in the blue pocket to show you the card. “i’ve had my license for about 8 or so months now, despite having really known how to steer and handle a car since i was 7 and known the laws of the road for almost as long if not longer.” he sighs, thinking for a moment “in fact i had 100 on the written test 2 days into our 2 week program and i made a 97 on the driving test for putting a turn signal on too early, thanks to the drive in for a gas station being within the usual area that i put the turn signal on. an understandable rule but still frustrating.” he says, pausing and realizing he was rambling he goes a bit red and looks away “sorry. you didn’t ask about all of that..”
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Hannibal listened as he started the car, though he refrained from pulling out of the parking lot, not knowing where the young man's home was located.
"No I did not," he agreed, as to his not asking for the information. "Yet I am content to listen. You are a bright young man. Do you enjoy driving?" Hannibal asked, hoping to make Aksel feel heard, seen. It was an important thing for anyone, but particularly someone of his young age, likely in the 'Identity vs. Role Confusion' stage of Erikson's Psychosocial Stages of Development.
"I do, however, need to know where I am to be driving you to."