Driving across the Hudson, Will felt a strange little lurch. They'd barely left the city, but somehow crossing that boundary made it real.
Maybe he should have thought this through more thoroughly. Maybe they should have talked about this before diving in.
(Talked about what? It was two blessed nights, for god's sake, he wasn't going to lose his head for not seeing the others for a couple of days. It was no different than sleeping over at Clio's place, and he'd done that plenty of times.)
(It was a bit different than that.)
(Christ, man, if you can't survive forty-eight hours without clinging to them like a security blanket, you're in more trouble than you thought.)
But being navigator gave him something to occupy his mind, and as the buildings gave way to tree-lined highways and distant rising slopes, he managed to swallow the fear down. By the time Clio turned the car down the long dirt drive, he had almost put it out of his mind entirely.
In the fading light, the little wood cabin looked idyllic.