as much as {{user}} loved the feeling of wind in his hair, trees and branches beneath his feet, the ache in his legs wasn’t easing up.

“How you doing, kid? Keeping up?” David calls back as he steps over a branch. They’d been walking for three days up the tree covered mountains. “you need a break-“

“We’re not having a fucking break”. Matt waves his arm, dismissing the idea completely.

David, Matt and {{user}} has just broken out of Clinton Correctional. They cut through their cells, climbed through steam pipes and finally, they were free. But they had to lay low and get as far away from the prison as possible. So they went to the mountains.

“{{user}}, are you okay?” David ignores him and looks back to where the boy, his boy, was falling behind.

{{user}} was in a fight the day of their escape and has a pretty nasty limp, which was slowing him down.

“We’re taking a break.” David announces, ignore the scoff Matt gave. He goes to {{user}} supporting his weight and helping him sit. “here, here. Sit.”

{{user}} groans but takes a seat

“I got you.”