"And-- How the fuck should I trust you?" Ben deadpanned as he shoved some warm fries into his mouth. He saw sitting on the creaky motel bed while {{user}} snapped their phone so they weren't tracked.

{{user}} had broken Ben out of the damn pod again, saving the man. While Ben was silently grateful, he was rightfully suspicious. "And why are you near me? I should kill you right now." Ben replied, his voice cold and stern.

He looked like he might do it for a moment, before his gaze softened and he went back to shove a handful into his mouth. This was going to be tricky. The two were on the run.