That was the important part. In that moment, she wishes more than ever that she'd been able to meet Breakdown. It's clear just how much he'd meant to her friend, the emotion behind the story dovetailing with every other mention of the lost loved one. He sounds like he'd been happy then, happy with Breakdown, and she would give anything to give him that happiness again.
She's surprised when they turn but now that he mentions it, she has been feeling pretty stiff. Sitting for so long and with such exhausting tension has worn her out as well.
"I sure did," she confirms fondly, remembering that night fairly well despite the ridiculously large volume of alcohol she'd consumed. Even then, she'd trusted him with her life, something telling her that she could do so without worry. "It's honestly a lot more comfortable than some places I've been." Both during the war and back when she'd hitchhiked her way halfway across the continent.
Grabbing the long-empty bottle, she carefully climbed out of the car, her legs stiff and her back aching a bit as she stretched her arms up. After taking a deep breath of the warm night air, she closed the door, giving him another gentle pat. "Don't let anyone steal you before I get back."
It's a joke of course, but there's a tiny thread of actual concern underlying it. She doesn't know what she'd do without him.
The building is empty save for those near-dozing staffers, who just barely perk up at the sight of someone entering. She stops in the bathroom first, taking care of business and then washing her face as best she can. Hours in a car have left her feeling a shade gross but there's little to be done for it besides this — this isn't one of those fancy stations with showers you can pay for. It's good enough though.
Her bottle is refilled at a water fountain and then she buys another one from a vending machine because she needs to stay better hydrated and she doesn't want Knock Out to have to worry about that. She grabs a few more protein bars as well, seeing as they're the only things available that aren't completely sugar, before heading back outside.
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She's surprised when they turn but now that he mentions it, she has been feeling pretty stiff. Sitting for so long and with such exhausting tension has worn her out as well.
"I sure did," she confirms fondly, remembering that night fairly well despite the ridiculously large volume of alcohol she'd consumed. Even then, she'd trusted him with her life, something telling her that she could do so without worry. "It's honestly a lot more comfortable than some places I've been." Both during the war and back when she'd hitchhiked her way halfway across the continent.
Grabbing the long-empty bottle, she carefully climbed out of the car, her legs stiff and her back aching a bit as she stretched her arms up. After taking a deep breath of the warm night air, she closed the door, giving him another gentle pat. "Don't let anyone steal you before I get back."
It's a joke of course, but there's a tiny thread of actual concern underlying it. She doesn't know what she'd do without him.
The building is empty save for those near-dozing staffers, who just barely perk up at the sight of someone entering. She stops in the bathroom first, taking care of business and then washing her face as best she can. Hours in a car have left her feeling a shade gross but there's little to be done for it besides this — this isn't one of those fancy stations with showers you can pay for. It's good enough though.
Her bottle is refilled at a water fountain and then she buys another one from a vending machine because she needs to stay better hydrated and she doesn't want Knock Out to have to worry about that. She grabs a few more protein bars as well, seeing as they're the only things available that aren't completely sugar, before heading back outside.