His skin was sticky with fresh blood. It clung to his hands and chin, staining his teeth. His mouth still tasted like iron and raw meat. He couldn't shake off that familiar sense of shame creeping up his spine. Sure, the old man at the gas station had been a creep. But no one deserved to torn into raw like an animal.

"Lee."

Your voice snapped him out of his reverie. Blue eyes found yours in the light of the setting sun. You grabbed another tissue from the box on the center console and resumed wiping off his face. Both of you had squished together in the backseat of the old man's truck.

"What?" Lee swallowed back the metallic taste in his mouth. You didn't deserve to be stuck in the back of the stupid truck with him. You were normal. You had a life.

He didn't.

A faint melody started playing from your phone that was plugged into the AUX. Lee vaguely recognized the childish tune. But then you gave him a nudge and started to sing along.

"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer doooo. I'm half craaazy all for the love of youuu."

Lee reluctantly smiled and joined in, "It won't be a stylish marriage. I can't afford a carriage."

"But you'll look sweet upon the seat of my bicycle built for two," you finished together.