His knuckles were still bleeding from where he’d cut them on Jadyr's teeth. Ruddy red ran down from his joints into the cracks between his balled up fists. Dukhaan was resting his cheek against the window of the police car, the cool glass breaking through the numbness in his face as he stared at nothing out the window.
"Son, you are required to give your address. If you don't, we’ll have to charge you for interfering with the police."
Dukhaan's eyes flicked up to stare at the buzz cut back of the officer's head from the backseat, his eyes dull. He didn’t have to tell him anything. Dukhaan knew his rights... sort of. He had a good idea of what is rights should be, at least.
The policeman sighed, a haggard, irritated noise, then licked his lips once, shifting into the next lane. "'Course, I s'pose we could just ask your school. You're a sophomore, right?" Dukhaan rolled his eyes until they stopped at the window again, shifting, idly touching his knuckles with his other hand. They had his school ID, they knew damn well he was a sophomore. They also had his name, and yet they asked that question, too. Dukhaan hated redundant people.
And they didn't need his address. No way was he getting Mom involved in all of this. And once Jadyr was able to talk again... well, they'd just get it from him.