There were cliffs. They were driving near cliffs. He could see cliffs. That there appeared to genuinely be a town at the bottom of the mountain path didn't reassure him much.

Struggling to keep his breathing under control as his eyes were now locked on the view outside, he added shakily, "H-hiding? For days? That's a long time."

His hands were clenched into little nervous fists, but he didn't pull away at Bridget's reassuring squeeze. Instead he glanced towards the other man out of the corner of his eyes, not wanting to look too far away from the window again in case of unexpected plummeting death. "... I really have a bad feeling about this trip," he added in a slightly squeaky voice.