He doesn't freak out though, somehow. It's like his questions come from a foggy haze as opposed to genuine lack of knowledge. Like someone who has just woken up and hasn't remembered how they got where they are, even if there was a coherent explanation in the past.

I wanted to fuck off somewhere. It was dark out so I wanted to go.

Thoughts creep in on the edge of his consciousness. Thoughts of pain and sorrow, like something he is holding back and avoiding.