It had been a long night.

For Luca, especially. He had insisted that you sleep in the car on the way to this beat down motel. It was dark out, he said, you were probably exhausted. Not probably, you were exhausted. Being on the run will do that to you. Still, you didn’t want to argue with Luca. He was kind enough to drive you despite his own tiredness.

So he had stayed up, as it got darker outside and as the road got more and more unrecognizable. He’d finally shaken you awake after you arrived several hours later, and you were feeling a little better. A little.

It was you who said that you could share a room together. Feeling guilty enough, you didn’t want Luca to feel the need to buy two rooms. “There’s only one bed,” the employee informs you. Luca stammers out his “we shouldn’t”s, but you were already too tired to care, and you knew Luca was too.

You trudge your way to the room together, and Luca flicks on the shoddy light. “It could be worse,” he offers.