Vars' hand slid around to rest over one of Viktor's where he was holding on. He knew the other punk might not want comfort but he couldn't help but offer it. When his world fell apart with a phone call he wished there was some relief but, like Viktor, never asked or looked for it.

"Ride first." Vars wanted Viktor to calm down a little before they got into anything. "Fire look better in dark."

The tension though was there, obvious in Viktor's body language. "Get supplies for night and make for night."

Vars did have experience making actual explosives. He wondered if he could drum up the materials to make some magnesium explosives? Were fireworks legal here? That would be a good start.