"Home, or maybe joyriding. And if his ass if joyriding he can damn well circle around and find the bar," or he was now a smeary foot note in history, so much extra stardust.
He rolled his head, and the crack of his neck was audiable. There were good thing to be said, but for the life of him all he could think of was 'either way he's in a better plac enow, right?' and that would be taken the wrong way.