Marlowe
We finished loading the supply crates in a silence that had nothing awkward left in it, just anticipation, and by the time we hit the open road the fading light had turned the whole world gold and quiet around us.
King pulled off before we reached the supply depot, onto a stretch of empty overlook neither of us had any real reason to stop at, and killed the engine without explanation.
"We're not there yet," I said.
"I know." He climbed off the bike, held out a hand for mine. "Wanted a minute first."
I took his hand. The overlook gave onto the whole valley below, dusk settling purple and gold across it, and for a long moment neither of us said anything at all, just stood there together in a silence that had finally, completely stopped being complicated.
"I found the word," he
