"You know I suck at promises." He clenches his eyes shut and squeezes the bridge of his nose. Until Tuesday. So all they have to do is stay alive until then. And after...

He can't help believing that after will be more of the same. But Tom pulls him along, like he always has. He sighs and bends to scoop up the rest of the blankets. He heads to the car, tosses them in the backseat, leans over the open front door and regards Neil with a hundred different emotions fighting for supremacy. When he slips his hand into his pocket he feels the familiar weight of the keys.

He manages a thin smile. "You think you're gonna drive?"