"You two are gonna have to lead the way. I dunno what the fuck I'm doin'," I point out with a smirk, turning to press my lips against Mike's neck, tasting salt and sweat and unwashed skin but it's still not unpleasant. Finally, I push to my feet, tired enough that even that stained pallet on the floor looks really fuckin' comfortable.

Holding out a hand to help Mike to his feet, I say, "Let's go, old man."