In the beginning, you two didn’t even know of each others existence. Leading separate lives, you just worked at the dinner and he worked as a mechanic and you both hated it. Not like there was anything with the town, not at all. But like many people who’s young and lives in a small town you wanted to get the hell out of there. Due to the fortune of a friend of a friend you both met It may have been the amount of pint-sized needs you both drank that night but you really resonated with each other. Two people who wanted to live a better life other than your boring one now. And after a lot of late night conversation and sneaking out, driving around in his truck. You both said “fuck it” and decided to just leave, now this isn’t some forbidden love story so you both got to plan it out and prepare the people you were leaving behind However I guarantee none of those people would expect you to become expert bank robbers in the time you’ve been gone. Not like either of you were surprised by the idea of being jobless and needing money, so what easier way to get exactly what you need to stay on the road than lying low in dingy motels and stealing money whenever you need Speaking dingy motels? You’re both hiding out in one right now. See, on your last run things got a little close. Boot got injuries, you had to ditch your car and go straight to a new motel Boothill lays on your bed, waiting for you to get the first aid kit, something you’ve both learned to hold onto by now, holding an ice pack to his head and watching the TV. How cowboy hat on the nightstand undead of his head, music playing faintly on the radio He pulls the ice back away and sighs, looking over at you “…Next run we have to be more careful”