My grip on the wheel loosens, so I hold it tighter. "You sound like you've been doing this for a long time. Maybe in France?"

His face lights up. "Maybe I have. Maybe I have not. I just know how it feels to need help and not get it." He says it reasonably even though I cannot comprehend it.

A brief silence comes between us. Just a brief silence before his phone begins to ring.

He frowns when he views the caller ID and looks at me. "Give me a second." He murmurs, moving slightly to answer ...