Much to Reyka's disappointment, Aiden did not look back at him, hardly even looked at the road behind him. He wasn't interested in checking out Reyka and confusing himself even more. He could appreciate why Reed stuck with him though, if he could take down someone like Aiden, Reed wouldn't stand a chance. It wasn't like he was unattractive either, he would admit that much. He was made to lure people in and trap them, something he'd done both to Reed and now Aiden. It suddenly made sense why he'd always be dressed in designer labels.<br/><br/>Being on an empty road, Aiden was willing to manoeuvre to get the bottle. He handed it over to the back without looking. He didn't need to see Reyka in a mirror let alone straight on. He was willing to talk to him, though. "That kind of alcohol won't do anything. We'll have to pick up some actual disinfectant and bandages at the next gas station." Being a football player, he knew at least minimal first aid and a lot about head injuries. He didn't bother packing a first aid kit as he never thought anything like this would actually happen.<br/><br/>Despite Aiden, Reed did as Reyka asked. He couldn't just sit there while he bled out. Even if it didn't help with cleaning the wound, it was keeping his hands busy and productive. He patted what he thought were the cuts with the bit of ripped up shirt as gently as possible. It helped get some dirt and blood off, enough to satisfy Reed at least. They could get more done with the real disinfectant Reed would insist they usebat Aiden's direction.<br/><br/>This time, Aiden actually did pull over and he knew now not to cause a scene. Especially not here with people around. Reed walked in much more urgently than his brother, heading straight for the first aid section. Aiden wandered to the bathroom as requested. He didn't know what was going to happen but he had a fair idea. He just hoped his mind and body would be in sync this time.