[ listen, spidey left an opening, and he dived right in.

swimming and ocean metaphors aside, while rafayel doesn’t drop any initial suspicion, he does seem to go along with the idea for now. rather, his options were pretty limited to begin with, and so he slides right into the passenger seat. ]

Then leave the navigation to me. But, us not ending up in the swamp, or driving off a cliff— that depends on how good you take to direction, doesn’t it? [ he holds his hand out.

where’s the map? wait, was he supposed to have one? ]