Re: Outside the Roadhouse: Gwen & Sheriff Martin.
It kinda warmed Cris' heart to know Hunter and Oliver had grown to like each other during their time at Sonrisa—or, least, what sounded like liking each other. Sam said he was collecting kids, but he really did want the best for 'em. And them becoming friends was great, he thought, huh? He smiled to himself some when Gwen first spoke, but his expression returned to concern quick enough at the mentiona Jude. "I bet. A lil bitta privacy goes a long way."
He listened to her spiel, her bitta backstory regurgitated, and he nodded along, finally reaching forward to snap the volume off on the music. "Seems b'lievable to me. You don't plan on referrin' to your new parents by first name though, right? Or as 'deceased.' Sentimentality means we usually say 'passed on.'" Cris thought a second. "You want ID from New York? I can prolly do that easy. I got nephews I can reach out to, as long as you get me a picture."
The sounda the girl biting into the granola bar, soft with a lil crunch, was the only thing in the car for a moment. They were nearing the woods, dark looming low now, and Cris' expression soured at the idea that this poor girl was so worried somebody would fuck this other girl that it... happened? "Maybe he's finally startin' to be able to see you as diff'rent people, huh? That's a big step up."