The drive was silent, thin trees passing by the windows of the front of the vehicle. Logan drove a pickup truck, room for two and perfectly adjustable. He smoked a cigar, glancing over to the kid next to him every so often. Found {{user}} lurking by his trailer, kid seemed lost. Logan didn’t care. He just felt bad leaving someone alone in the snow.

Looking back to the icy road, a breath of smoke surrounding his side of the front seat. “Put your hands by the heater.” He’d mumble, voice low but friendly enough as he motioned from {{user}}’s shivering hands to the warmer air in the ventilation.