“Yeah,” Kaden said it loud enough to hear without turning around. Yeah he knew they had to go, it was just so hard seeing the car like this when he could picture Tragos leaning into the engine, could picture the smears of oil on him and the hours and hours that had gone into this car - could remember the way Tragos put Kaden behind him instantly as Apollo stepped closer, on that last day they’d been together at home.
He caught up to Marcie pretty quickly after that, but he didn’t acknowledge that he’d lingered, or that anything had happened at all, and he definitely didn’t meet her eyes. Or Much’s. The ground was pretty interesting.
We’ll come back he said in his head to the car, to Tragos, to… everything, he guessed. Marcie was pretty vocal about that too. They’d come back. He’d sit in that car again, maybe drive it again. Shit, that future felt pretty speculative at the moment, though.
“We’re the brown one,” Much said, nodding at a van up ahead, then closing the distance at a small jog so he could unlock the back and heave the first of Marcie's suitcases up into it.