"Shit, yeah, you fucking better," he says, echoing Neil's laugh, his own rougher and just slightly on the edge of hysteria. On impulse he reaches out, closes a hand over Neil's knee, over his hand, holding on a little tighter than maybe the context warrants.

The city is starting to open up in front of them, spreading out into highway neon. He sees a slightly worn-looking motel that might be a chain or might not be--he's not even sure anymore--and nods to it. "There okay?"

Anywhere. A locking door, a bed, a body next to his.