He shifted in to rest against Gabriel, making himself perfectly comfortable there as they both leaned on the bike as it charged up. The lights of the station overhead were nothing out of the ordinary, but they still sort of hurt his eyes after the dullness of the evening and the cheap room they had rented before then.

He was perfectly content for this moment to continue, sharing the chocolate milk between them until it was gone. It was liquid calories, and it tasted good. He didn't feel nearly as sick on it as he probably should. It was more like a very old comfort food.

"We can leave the bike at a rest stop or some logging road. There has to be one around. Next town I read on the sign was well over a few hours away."