Summer nights are long, he realized, as the skies turn purple and the high desert fades into darkness. He wraps his arms around the driver, holding him close, the smell of leather and exhaust filling his nose almost euphorically. The highway is empty save for a few directionless souls, continuing on just to move. He supposes the two of them are like that now. But, he finds he doesn't mind it. He doesn't know where they're going; but he doesn't really care.

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